He should have a six-pack
and eyes for only me
Would they were even open
but unfortunately he
closes them to me
A choice he made
blinded him
this too, he cannot see
But looks
only to see air-brushed shadows
I am a raving beauty
with super-powers
only he has known
now rendered useless
like so much kryptonite
paralyzed
We
a shell of what once was
an old cocoon
hanging, blowing lifeless
abandoned in the wind
the butterfly
long since off
flying beautiful
I one wing
spinning in circles
spiraling
with many eyes perceive
I'm worth the greatest treasure
holding secrets to free him
joy incomprehensible
light burning warm and clear
endless horizons
a great feast, would he eat
the key to his palace
yet
he lives in a shack
starved, always craving
walled-in
stumbling in darkness
sorrowing, despairing
despising, criticizing
mocking
I am not invisible
but as a ghost to him
haunting
reminding him
of promises he made
and isn't keeping
He's afraid
and won't let go
carries his dark secret
like belly-fat
unnecessary
I'm right here
See me
