Hysterical letters to my sanity

inspired

all credit goes to author vividlycrimson18  for the story line but this is my poem inspired by the events of her story Ruination.

Her skin is broken, like a glass bottle holding her hostage
The pain is thrilling, like sharp whispers of the future tingling across her body, bones of birds and worthless bodies cracked through thin sheets of paper white innocence.
She gazes out the window of the biggest, tallest tower and then to him
He is by the door in the dark with his maddened smile, curling wickedly at its ends.
"Why do you stay up here and watch me?" She asked
he shrugged his burly shoulders and she scoffed.
Her back turned and her neck cranes and in the feverish light of the opal moon her crescent eyes leak stardust and ichor.
His love, his light, his universe, his everything
Her fingernails had been ripped long ago, leaving dust and ash and sadness and empty promises.
He fears that she would not stay even if he asked
So he made
He makes large broken gifts to give his tortured soul
He builds walls and puts the universe on display as he should
His universe
Gliding on the cobblestone floor
Immaculate in every sense he could dream
An escape he had never found in another human being
But perhaps she wasn't human
Perhaps she was made of the galaxy and slivers of the sun shine out of her eyes and the milky ways flows from the roots of her head and her words are like shooting stars dipped in honey
No meteors, that could set his whole planet on fire
Destroy everything he build
His kingdom of destruction
"I have nothing but you" he said and she wanted to flinch at his words but she knew they were true.
his lips part in sweet agony as he ponders his question that he is afraid to ask
"Would you run away if I let you?"

When she doesn't answer he realizes
Just as he is locked in his mind, running circles from voices and demons and all the horrid things he's found stitched into his coat pockets she is stuck here as well
Unable to leave
She laughs and glides the mercury over her teeth to mock him once more
He feels it fill him in a sickening way
he is in love
"what would you do if I did run?" She asked curiously
And in that, curiosity lifts up the bridges in his back and the palms of his hands feel like dripping wax
He feels like he's a melting pot of misery, washing down bottles of empty liquor
Empty promises
Empty lives he's wasted
It's not just her blood on his hands it's all of theirs
"I couldn't let you"
He shivered like a shrill wind had made its way into his body
Like his bones became hollow and his skin was made of wicker
He flickered in this imaginary breeze.
"Why should I stay?"
She asked and the red rims of her eyes narrowed into his like she was planning her next move to kill him.
Kill this mad man
This man who stole her from her home to encase her mysterious beauty
Her malevolent force
Her true violent nature
"For the same reason I visit"
She laughs again and he feels in his terribly twisted and rotten bones that he failed her
That he failed to show her the world of wonder in his mind
His broken clock of a mind
Hand never reaching past 6
Seconds ticking faster every time
"What a tragically lonely reason that is"
He hears her words but frets to really hear them
To really let himself open then
"Is it not enough that I love you?" he finally states after some time and in one wicked rush
She is gone
The wind carried her away to the sky where she belonged
Oh how he will miss his poise prisoner
The rush of his loins and burn of his heart
How could she not see
that a tragically lonely reason to stay should have been reason enough.