You were a doll of glass
With delicate features of a perfected craft
That enticed me to care and deliver all I had
That enticed me to care and deliver all I had And all I could give.
Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth
But perhaps that's because your heart was as cold
As the frost that flecked upon your rosy porcelain cheeks.
I can only blame myself for getting close to you,
And for my surprise when you would shatter and I would bleed.
I returned the shards embedded in my skin to your fine frame, frantic to hush your tears,
Unaware of the poison they were laced with.
With each break, a myriad of tears you would shed,
And in my desperation, the guilt would crush and twist my poisoned heart
Until I spluttered out my last weakened breath at the mercy of you.
You, the glass doll, a weeping victim disguising a triumphant smirk on the pedestal of your admirers.
While I lay disgraced for my cruelty and inelegance, you made me your perfect villain.
But others will fuss as I did.
But others will fuss as I did. Love as I did.
But others will fuss as I did. Love as I did. Fall as I did.
And I wonder what you will do when there is no one left to put you back together again.
"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" -Alfred Lord Tennyson