glass eye

You’re a glass eye, glazed
staring, sneering, peering at me
with a cold, dark wonderment.
and I am bewildered, I am held back.
I am aching to pull towards you
an imperceptible force draws me into your territory.
I am beaten, I am battered and I am choosing to be this way.
I have been given the chance to pull away, to set apart.
But I don’t. I hold on and I hold out.
I connive and I am not victimized.
I pursue and I plead, for your guise to be ridden with flaws.
A pretext, an excuse to turn away from you.
I bawl and I bellow and I ask in vain why I find you worth it.
Why are you the one I feel the necessity to catch a glimpse of?
Why can’t I perceive or dream of anything besides your face?
Why do you have this unrelenting and unyielding hold on me?
And last of all, why are neither of us willing to let go.