Honey-tinged Eyes

There was a time and a place where everything seemed fine because you loved me.
When our voids collided into comfort.
When our lips cracked into air.
Cushion my heart. 
Hold me tightly, but baby tear my skin.
Torn is my skin; fiber to bone by the ten years passing and me still falling for the hairs on your back.
Pull it apart; untether me from the shadow of your eyes ever too brightly staring into mine.
But everything is hers now, and I am everyone else's.