poppystrike

I stood. Legs locked and muscles fast;
Looking for quaking that did not exist.
I would have held your porcelain feet from the ground
Had you reason or desire to float forever.

Breeze hit you like an uppercut;
Writhing in your unjust agony I did not flinch.
Tin girl with the lions heart, strong enough for two.
And then it rained, my reign was rust.

Did she put you down? Never.
Filled with straw her head hallucinated completion.
The burden of the elevated crushed.
Watching as you wiped my ashes from your feet.

My purpose redundant with the snub of your limp back xXx