Hell holds a place
Where I pace in a space
And through glass, I look at you

Not out of vengeful fury
But for sorrow and worry
As I remain in a dismal blue

You are not alone
And prone to the light he has shone
With your mate, both head and soul

I tear at my skull
Hysterically mull, presence null
Misery flushed by eternity’s toll

Obligatory affection
For the reflection of woman perfection
He has, but I too want you excessively  

The glass will not break
He kisses you for my sake
I famine helplessly to get more than your stare

You look back throughout his touch  
Every time it’s exceedingly much
I die watching you go