I am surrounded yet alone
And no one seeks to learn
Of how my spirit is breaking
My faith in you is a sheet of glass
Icicles shimmer in its jagged reflection
You boasted your bravado like a king
Smoked your cigarettes in front of me
Under the blue halo that engulfed your wispy hair
You preferred to talk about former lovers
Filling the snows of my heart
With the ashes of those fires

I was touched by your gravid, pendant love
The night was a fetter that bound us together
But by morning, I was another widow on the rind
Because I seemed a waste to lend your stability to
I appeared only in the story because you wanted me to
As long as I remember, I'll forever be smiling sadly
The rain of frigid diamond whips that lanced my cheeks
Has stalked me for years since your vacant eyes told me
That I was just taking up space, and never lived in your heart

Running to the forest to bury the fistful of lies
The trees disguised in a masquerade of open-mouth stares
And I am reminded of the years
When we will hold our lovers in wallet slots
Like dusty pinned butterflies and pressed flowers
Yet for now, nothing dares to stir
In this perfect gallery of white