I stole a sprite’s light-filled soul, and she became more opaque,
like a rogue black hole swallowing stars whole in her wake.
She leaves me breathless and cold, as my gaze she holds with one take, and I’m left here alone with a “heart of gold” I’m told to break.
And you’re just reacting, I know, out of control you inflate, tormenting me so in a disorienting show full of hate.
I thought we loved one another, but we no longer relate.