Grotesque Affair

I was her beautiful monster Sprung to life by the touch of her lips, A kind face among the unkind She saw what most consider frightening a calm Hush through the bellows of a lifeless throb. I grew inspired by the touch of her hand; simple yet full of passion. Over indulged I leaped to the Resurrection of her grasp Tedious without bound, The broken spirit that I felt rush back into me. To breathe again at steady pace To afford every sight that felt my eyes Lungs over joyed by the air entertained by her joyous smile I grotesque in the reflection she considered beautiful shone off her eyes. I doubted the heartbeat I once knew as still It all seemed but a dream The excess of believe Cold skin, the feel of dirt and grime I grew in debt; not truly knowing the cost Reality, I was only a thought that roamed her mind Forever more