X The one I tell my secrets to X

She stands, I stare.
Her eyes as black as coal.
She waits, I'm there,
and she wants to be whole.

She's real, she's there,
although neither strong nor bold,
limp fake streaky hair,
and those lips blue with cold.

And although her skin doesn't tear,
her eyes are begging me to save her,
pleading to show her that I care,
so that one person can truely crave her.

She's plain, she's fair,
she's lost in a curse of closed up wrists,
she's here, but where?
Only I know where she exists.

She's a good thing, I swear,
she makes me come alive,
she's just something I can't share,
if I want me to survive.

She'll gloat, she'll glare,
at my knock-kneed frame,
and though her approval is rare,
it's worth it all the same.

She's merciless, you're unaware,
that she's hidden in a glassy lake,
submerging from her lair,
to curse the steps I take.

But she needs me to care,
and I need her to know,
this is our love affair,
where love and blood flow.

It may seem unfair,
that I feed her with cuts,
but she promises to repair,
my love broken guts.

And when I come to despair,
she's my only friend,
the other half of this pair,
on whom I can depend.

She stands, I stare,
Her eyes as black as coal,
and I'll tell her all I dare,
and she never tells a soul.