I saw a girl made of nothing
in the reflection of the sea.
No form but her dark eyes,
staring back at me wide with curiosity.

The sky was her canvas,
the stars were her freckles.
Her blood ran in the sunset,
Rain fell like her tears.

Though she was a beauty,
she had no story to tell.
Because God is a silent gift,
subject to the tortures of being heaven far too close to hell.

There is a strange
Disturbing power
That he has over my heart
For within a day
He takes it
Breaks it
And then pieces it back together
So that I may be
Once more hypnotized
Into some twisted
Form of Love
Unquestioning and
For the moment
Unbreakable