You always said your favorite part of me was my eyes.
Brownie batter with toffee bits.
Burnt, from living hell
and reaching to the sky
in search of heaven.
You hold my heart,
I hold my soul.
One is more important to me
then the other.
One you can keep, it's been long dead.
The other is infinitely alive.
It's mine alone.
I won't share this little piece of me.

you saw me,
dissolved and broken,

and loved me still.