Poor Sight.

You cannot have my empty spaces.
I gave it to show my heart.
Pure like nuns and temper feasts,
I regret for the love of another defeat.
And lucky boy, you're gracious lies
I called truths and believed blindly.
I hate you but a part of me belongs to you.
Eyes set in fury and despair,
I called myself yours to be left alone.
I cannot give you yourself.
I cannot fix your broken off key tone.
My tiny, tiny fractures are mine to steal back.