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My heart is no longer beating,
yet somehow I am not dead.
A thread of hope,
a reason for carrying on.
Blue tones hide once alabaster skin,
rosy flush now a somber grey.
Grins once hid such painful thoughts.
No longer caring for things once pleasurable,
willing to be your personal nightmare.
Hidden beneath neutral faces was once a mask,
muffling the beat of a soul.
Tattered skirts and unused blush.
Once shimmering nail polish,
now faded and flaked.
Invisible to you,
even with my petal pink heels.
I'm still alive but not for you,
no longer a slave of such a miserable love.
His violet locks are so silkily smooth.
A soothing voice helps chase off my fear.
With lips petal soft and smiles sugar sweet.
Willing to protect what he holds dear.
Life seems to be so simple.
Yet I'm falling,
falling from his endless love.
Thoughts of another tainting my mind.
Invisible I seem to become,
dodging questions with nips and licks.
Kisses dashing away worry.
Wanting to hold onto my little thread,
trying to keep what I need the most.
I feel invisible once again now without my delicate threads.