I.
there have always been two constants;
i am weak, and you are strong.
you are dark, predatory eyes,
watching and memorizing my every move.
i am the snow, pure and untouched,
before the blood fell and ruined everything.
II.
these fantasies taunt me constantly.
a glimmer of what i might accomplish
if only i wasn't created from stone.
III.
i ruined my own body in an attempt to prevent
others from doing the same.
IV.
i told you that i was a fountain.
you bandaged my arms, kissed me goodnight,
and sent me on my way to unravel,
alone.
V.
anger pours out in a spectrum of colors
i never knew existed.
god is disappointed by what i've become;
he makes sure to tell me so at every crossroads.
VI.
i exist only as a figment of your imagination.
all of my demons come forward
to show you each and every brush stroke
that has graced my porcelain skin.
VII.
prove that my existence has meaning,
and, once you've finished, make sure that it ends.
we both know, without a doubt,
that i don't deserve anything more.
VIII.
it's time to stop caring
about my lukewarm limbs
and get on with your own
miserable fucking life.
IX.
i whispered against your skin;
"when god will smite the ones that have hurt us?"
the look within your eyes answered more
than you would ever dare to say.
X.
i am the ghost that's been haunting you all this time.
i don't know what you are.