Now that you’re dead,
I don’t need to see your eyes
looking-glass remains of once a home for dreams
I throw stones
You still smile
change the subject
and light up.
As if the slow death of your lungs
could kill you quicker
As if the flame could warm you.
The less you feel, the less you hurt.
Your heart is gone
Your soul is gone
Your blood slowly replaced with crystals
suspended in solution
And your mind is screaming
As it beats itself against the cage
I can see it, sometimes, cutting through your clouded eyes.
Now that you’re dead
I don’t need to ever see your eyes