It's dark in here,
in the caverns of my heart,
it's cold and still
where my blood should be flowing.
Caress my cheek,
look into my eyes,
know that I am yours,
and you will never be mine.
It's damp here,
where I sleep,
from modest tears
shed like rain,
just a drop to go unnoticed in a storm
to fall upon your shaggy locks.
Darling shield your face,
rather I shall do it for you.
Hate to see your makeup run like this,
yet so fitting
when melting down to your wide smile.
Darling let go of her hand,
darling do not make me sad.
How many hearts
you have broken,
how many hands held like mine,
brief and behind her back.
Do not look at me with those eyes,
do not rest your head upon my lap,
do not hold me long after the public eye is gone.
Darling I am sad.
I know you are too,
but darling you are hurting others,
leaving limp surprises
for their mothers.
My love you do not mean it,
but my love you are cruel.
You are the monster
taking on the form of a boy
cowering under his blanket.
My love you make me ache,
but my love,
my darling,
you need help.