what do you see
when you look at me?

do you see the sunken in ribs
and the wilted heart
of a girl
on fire?

i have come to wonder if
i am just some
fascination.

something that boggles and intrigues,
imploring those to embark
on the journey
of pursuit

yet that is all i am,
a fascination.

and once discovered,
unmarked territory
conquered,

the fascination subsides

and behind the myriad
the mirage that you created

is just a sad girl
with a desolate frame
and a desecrated mind