I am too weak to be your cure.
Unnamed.

That smirk,

that crooked, jagged smile spun upon your lips;

your endless nerves unravel me,

woven with desire,

tears.

That laugh,

that silver, sparkling chuckle crushed between your lungs;

your diaphragm is taunting me,

ballooned with envy,

tears.

That look,

that garish, glaring gaze tucked behind your eyes;

your sights are set on mysteries,

signals set ablaze,

tears.

You,

you are clueless, clever, translucent in your skin;

your head is full of irony,

sinking like lead,

cheers.