torn

my heart is on my sleeve
but my sleeve is quite tattered.
I'm losing heart
every time a single thread
falls off and hits the cold ground
covered in memories and regret.
hearts like these
can only be obtained by being
stolen.

desire plagues these lips,
loneliness masks these eyes.
an arctic chill has taken up residence
in my nearly vacant chest.
look closer, my dear;
my heart has left me
because it is much more fond of
you.

you are distant and vague
very very
vague.
your identity is unknown to me
completely.
one fact I know for certain -
once I find you
and you find me
my mask will disappear.

I am not
all ice
stone
or bitter

I am just a bit
different,
you see.