Marbled Galatea

you held my breath in a silent string, while you kept shut your heart from me; away, away and away from me— I pushed me out yet you wait for me, your marbled love like you were Galatea and I'd just carved you. A warmth I thought I felt, but it's cold and clear as glass, yet you crumble me— you pulled my heart in a golden yarn of string and I couldn't run away, so I run into your arms instead, out of breath, a breathing charmed.