Vibration of fractured
pieces of a trinket heart
on a charm bracelet.
A mirror created by the crystallized
tears of trauma.
in liquid nostalgia,
like a lavender cloud of magic hour.
Pieces jingle at my wrist,
a song of my love for you.
Lonely puppet boy
with a face morphed by
the reflection of their desires,
longing to be real.
in the eternal winter,
until the silhouette of a paper heart
spews curdled blood.
Boiling, throbbing, overflowing,
an overwhelming hole of sobbing love.
The song fades
like a wind-chime in the dream world.
I wake up and forget the words.