Silver

I see it behind your eyes, like a looming cloud that has no lining of silver..

I am nothing, but a mere fragment of someone I so wanted to be, for you.
Disillusioned hopes are indistinguishable from my reality.
The truths that I am desperately trying ignore, lies are swallowed with fervour.
Blissful ignorance of my consciousness.
I believe in the fairytale.  I have to; it is all I have to hold on to.

Am I such a parody, it deemed justified to be so careless with my feelings?
Servile to the exigency of your desire.  I am everything, anything, nothing.
This wanton existence of confusion, heady by the aphrodisiac that is you.
Ruination is an inevitable outcome.
I cannot walk away.  I will not; as you are all I have..  all I want.

Although I see it behind your eyes.