Dear Boy

It kills me, dear boy, trying not to speak.
Wilting slowly, I restrain myself.
I’m one of those dolls, afraid of heights,
Left unwanted, up here on the shelf.

Dare you not strain those pretty eyes
For a second to glance up above?
You dust me down and hold me tight
Without promise, least of all love.

With a drop of liquid inspiration
I could paint you in heaven’s sheen.
But in your cruel sobriety you shun me,
I’m always just too keen.

Is there no comfort you keep for me?
No kindness you could show?
I hold close kisses I’d die to remember,
You forgot all too easily, long ago.

So here I am, this vast distance between us,
Your absence is taking its toll.
You bled out my feelings and gladly destroyed me;
This obsession has hollowed my soul.

To me, you are perfect. Beyond my perception,
And still you will cast me aside.
I no longer watch as you pass by my window,
Wouldn’t see you even if I tried.

You’re my awkward god, who ought to fulfil me,
I long for what’s just out of reach.
In clarity, I see that you’ve drained my existence.
Not god, dear boy, but leech.