Can’t breathe
Can’t move
Can’t speak
Can’t look away

Yet I never want to
Your words of vines
Roses that grow no thorns
Eyes of hazel
No that isn’t enough to describe it
The soul I see within these mirrors

I, all but hallowed
Can feel the drops of copper
Become not a disfigurement
They are the stars of my galaxy
Scarred, crooked smiles become the crescent moon
That must mean you are my world
My home
The one thing I will stay tethered to
Can’t be anywhere else

Even as my body rots
Even as I am beaten to nothing but ash
Even as this life withers like a black rose
I will still love you
I will stand here in your image
Yet you’ll never know

Can’t breathe
Can’t move
Can’t speak
Can’t look away

These vines I’m buried with have no comfort like you