keep me in mind while i am out of sight

like a lover should; though my last refused

keep me as close as my breath to the air 

as close as too close to those who don’t know

ignorant to beauty, blind to desire

i was once the Other - a soul of hate

jealous because i hadn’t yet felt it

the rush, the hit of your love in my veins 

a reanimated corpse still in bloom

you view me like a piece of art displayed

my body, encased in tampered, cracked glass

hungers for you to break through, to take me

keep me as a souvenir to remind

to recall love. pain. tragedy. death. strife.