Being married to a porcelain doll

Can grind you down to the simplest form

When my insides are glowing for all to see

And Jade, the porcelain doll,

With Strawberry hair,

And Bubblegum sweetness

Sits there

Blue eyes unblinking

Without a tear nor a smudge

Plain, dead wires on the inside

Of her, never show their damage

She gently eats the red watermelon

Hollowing out the weak green rind

She is the weak green rind

And she doesn’t even know it

She looks like pale, lovely spring

I am dust upon a  cold grave

Cool, blue moons pass on and on

And I look up into the sky every night,

An old man,

Lost deep inside a morbid perfection

My Jade is a rainbow -colored bliss

 I am disgusted by her beauty

I watch the starlight as I die

Graying every moment, getting weaker with age

I have lived a thousand moments

Without knowing love

And as my insides glow and bruise for all to see

Jade, the porcelain doll,

Sits there

Without a tear nor a smudge