Glamorous Pain

Turtleneck

In your eyes I see
A blue deeper than the ocean.
With the gushing of heavy waters,
Invisible tears pierce through your skin so soft,
Like mallows.
The type of taste you'd get from a dirty river
Of blood pure as crystals.
I use binoculars to examine
So I come to speculate a gorgeous
Tragedy.
A fallen fighter, cry
As much as you can;
For if you hold it in, you might slowly be sliced
On the inside
Be brave by being weak,
Just let go.