Why are you scared of me? You say it is my eyes But my darling, my eyes are only a reflection of yours Why will you no longer hold me? You say it is my pain But what pain I have, you have given me It dripped from you and I drank it up It sustains me And as I look down into the cup from which it pours At the dark residue it leaves burned at the bottom Of what was once untouched porcelain Like thick ghahveh waiting to be read And in it I see a moon and stars and sky But know, they are not mine Under it I see earth and death and ? Empty. This is mine. Your gifts to me? But I drink from my cursed cup Each night before I lay to rest And each morning as I rise Because they are all I have left Of you. You blinded me Another gift? And so I dance with the corpses you left Mistaking them for true companions And I caress the shell of a man you forgot to take with you Mistaking the heaving of my sobs For his breaths. What hand is this that refills your cup each night? And places it to my lips I have come to pray that it is poison In your cup And it will leave me Earth. Death. Empty. But it sustains me And I thirst for it And you. I am scared that if you do come back You will not be able to find me Because I broke. My pieces were passed around And all that is left is a single white porcelain cup Stained with the portrait of a girl you once knew.