A fine tear in the mask…
Enough light to shine through that blinds me;
I welcome the burn.
I call for the searing pain it brings,
I wish for nothing more than this.
For the punishment.
But not for her.
For me.
I call upon it.
I plead to take the burden so that she no longer has to feel.
My only desire is to be her shield.
To be her warmth.
To be her Love.
To be her Lover...
But time does not permit.
Our worlds so far apart.
And she exists without me...
But a shadow of ourselves.
I call out;
I call with my inner most being.
But my wishes fall upon deaf ears.
Her world but a bubble and I with no nail for passage…