Play Doll

Loosing my sense of words over carefully chosen pictures that have been drawn from blood loss spilt. The movement is causing my eyelids to flicker to the flame along with the beat of your heart. Oh why you did it again, Igniting a burnt out candle wick with your bright being. I miss your breathe that trailed before your lonesome soothing voice at night. Couldn’t help but gravitate towards the unshakable feelings of self loathly towards the deeds of the past. I wantes to help care and heal your fondled cordis. Why is it so wrong of me to be selfishly in love with a broken boy? Wanting more than ever to hold you in my safe keeping arms. Why do I miss someone that sees me no more than a play doll?