Half-hearted Heartstrings

The dying night wills a pledge,

Jinxing me to second-guess,

Eyelids foresee a telling edge,

Where all so reasons undress.

Brought along your blindness,

Sweetened with a choking black,

Sleeps between us our emptiness,

We dream all that we lack.

Stars reflect on a hellenic skin,

And crescent, in your orbs I bury,

Deciphering my diary is the sin

I commit for some bad fairy.

While your dreams melt away,

Dissolving like the last candle,

I shiver and drowse it astray,

The sketchiness I couldn’t handle.

Soon this fabled night dies,

And always plays a stalemate,

You once slept in curious eyes,

Now I but sleep in a portrait.