As she sits in the corner faced to the floor
she dispels smoke from her lips and slowly floats away with it
letting go of so much pain, her tears are thick enough to stain.

stuck to a heartshape, she's too beautiful for you to take
like a vibrant sense of plain in her tiny skeleton.
she throws a pebble into the dells of your heart,
all those convoluted channels and passageways-
and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

The days, you and her. Like figures against the neon
but once the light comes on, no more than silhouettes against the black.
Taken in, absorbed, transfixed. As her smile touched your lips

But she never stayed long enough for the prelude to end.

So there she is, like a shimmery brightlight
you walk right past her, and turn for a second glance
she's laughing with someone, luring yet another one into her trance
the silence was deathly absolute, like a big vacuum pause
only her poison eyes flutter across to meet yours.

And right there and then, you knew
she had never meant to fall in love with you.
your sweet angel, the feet that used to dangle
halfway down your bed;
is now halfway off your stage.

(Random drop of intimate inspiration)