His gaze dissects me

It always does

But he's in pieces, too

Passing over the glue

.

And I put him together again,

Broken glass like little eggshells

Scraping at my fingers and

I bleed into him and over my hands

.

But like a half done jigsaw

My fingers ache to finish it

Though I don't want to see

How she had erased me from this image

.

The woman who'd done this

Was allowed to touch his quartz heart

Tick ticking like a bomb about to blow

With more passion than she could ever know

.

He knows why I stay when I should go

When it's easier to flee than fight

He knows that I love him

He just doesn't see the light

.

But my love is concrete beneath my feet

It holds me up, and if I were to retreat

I would ache and fall and crawl

In all the wrong ways

.

I love him and all of his fault lines

And I'm close enough to feel the tectonics shift

Yeah, I'll be there when the earthquake hits

In fact, I'll be the only casualty

.

A/N: Since it's been ages since I last posted, here are some updates. I am currently editing/rewriting original poetry, reworking the outline for The Dawning Hour, writing Blue Cashmere part two and a Lie to Me/Body of Proof crossover (multi-chapter), and taking midterms!

Speaking of poetry, I had written another LTM one, but it was handwritten and I can't find it anywhere. However, if you want to read more of my poetry and know entirely too much about me, I've just added my fictionpress link to my bio.