Blood, Stained Glass

look at you, the shattered glass portrait of
a girl
a girl that bled tears when they called her ugly
that shatters against a mirror in shards they call fat
and blistery
a mangled mass of zits and puss
a girl that looks upon her reflection, sadly
her mirror cannot reflect itself

I hold you, a glass portrait of shards that dig
into my skin
a mosaic of blood, stained-glass
rips apart my lips when I kiss you
pieces of your anguish embed into my mouth
gargling my words to blood-soaked glass
My cheeks,  mangled masses of flesh
cling partly to the jaw

I look at you, letting my face draw the pointed ends
closer to my skin
My eyes are gouged from the shattered visage
and I cry the famed three words
clinging to them as flesh dangles from bone
eye sockets cannot portray the soul
in a perpetual motion, I throw my body against
the shattered glass portrait of
a girl
a girl that bleeds my tears when I call her beautiful
and masterly
because my mirror cannot reflect itself