Sticks and Stems

A soft sensation
Electricity sparks through my skin
Giving new energy when we're embracing
But light can only exist within
An ever increasing darkness
That is a jarring contrast from the sun that shone when I first laid eyes upon her
To have her but lose all
To jump up but start to fall
How does one cling to an angel
When they are on the decent into hell?
Would she believe in my magic
And be patient while I apply the spell?
Could she cling to my heart like a withered stem
And pray that gently watering it with her affections will produce petals?
The present has covered me in dirt like a forgotten gem
Can she be the reason I dig through the soil to find the precious metals?

Is it a sign of the magnitude of her rarity
That the toll for my mortal presence near her light
Would be as this punishment of divine severity
With ambition and drive I am the wealthiest
Even with the physical limitations of my heart it remains the healthiest
In the deepest and darkest of hopelessness
I have clawed through until blood and nail
Have made an opening through which a thin light shines

And although the words she speaks so gently
Are sweet to the ear and do strongly tempt me
It is my curse to always see the cracks in the wall
Her kiss lifts me up
But is it only to prepare me for the fall?
Does she love me because she sees the values of my heart and loyalty?
Or does she love me because pity is a hard monster to avoid or see?
I feel excitement in her when I touch her some times
But other times her skin is disgusted with mine
Does she know how deep the cuts of my inability to buy her pearls really go?
Does she see this pain or just not want to know?
It is obscene to hope she remain at my side
When the ever increasing number of suitors threatens to sweep her away in their tide

I am but nothing
With all the hopes of once again becoming something
Something she could love
Something she could look at with a little pride
Something she could be glad was sent by forces above
Something she could pull strength from until she forgets how to hide
Something that makes her feel the magic she embodies
But alas I am nothing
And nothing can only be loved by nobody.

DarkTower.