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.
