My Porcelain Heart

*My first time writing a poem of this kind so it's different from my usual pieces*

Every night I rest my head it’s her picture I paint in my thoughts,
Everytime I see her face my heart crumbles into naught.
Her sun kissed skin radiates perfection,
Her pursed lips breed temptation.

Her razor tongue only makes me yearn;
“Once bitten twice shy”, lessons I fail to learn.
She took my heart into her palm,
And held my soul within her hand.

She whispered love into my ear,
Sweet nothings that I still hold dear.
“My little angel” she would say,
With a smile that lit each haunting day.

My porcelain heart hung by a thread,
‘I won’t let it go’ she always said.
But truth be told; such tales are for optimists,
In a realist’s view these lies are quickly dismissed.