tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.

you were so perfect when I picked you up
every part sculpted to a delicate perfection
I clutched you tightly in my hand
for a while you sat in my room
but now you've died
and with you so have I

waterfalls rush down me
cascading like a whale
diving into the salty sea

sometimes my heart itches for love
worming through my brain
searching for that
non-existent
pleasure
with
being
in love
with myself?
or someone else?