Your eyes--
Such shallow, pure pools
That you want to drown
In bitter black oceans,
Ringed in sallow
Purple shores.

You are beautiful.
You sit around pulling
Illusory skin
Into blubber
In your yearning hands

Until one day,
Soon,
It will slouch and crumble,
Your thin hair
Will rip in clumps like weeds,
Your hip bone jutting out,
The helm of some
Ghostly ship.

And all i can tell you is that you make me
Sore.
And your heart that feels like batter
Is one more i can't bear
To see stirred into a runny mess
In this fatuous world