Elusive

And how many more moulds
Do I have to break
Before yours is made

Is it just me
Or is it you
Revelling in the sparkles

Of shards 

And broken hearts.

For you

...and since I can’t win you

or touch you

but can only long for a decay

that looks faintly like you,

Dorian

will I call you.

Angry Whispers

I wish you had never happened to me.

I wish you happen to me again and again...

Till it breaks both our hearts?

No, till it makes us one.

Whim

Writhing like a midget

The thought lies dying,

As I look away

To paint a new silhouette.