splintering glass.

I knew you’ve always lurch wanting someone —

who could glow as a furling flame with a cosy warmth,

dazzle as continuous centennial headlights on your leaden land.

I found it all exasperating,

as I espied a girl who could emit celestial cluster of stars.

All twinkling, all flickering gas and dust —

held up by her gravitational mastery.

Strucking me all these infuriation —

for all that cliche yearning for starlight of yours,

never did you know,

only to look up, blanched shades of you,

and makes your face look so pale.

And only to look at you leaves the crimson flush out of me;

turning livid.

I only wanted you to flash me as matches —

igniting glimpses from your squinting eyes.

Flash me as matches,

then I’ll show you myself glint,

only with a crystal facade —

maybe,

you’ll see me.