(wip)Pygmalion

Could I be everything to you?

Just by breathing? 
If I cried, 
Would you find me ethereal? 

I had yearned once, 
To be the only thing.
Everything. 

To kiss the hands that hit me,
And be in the arms of he who conjured my tears;
Consoled by lips which uttered more lies to me 
than they did words of love. 
The apple of glaring eyes,
To which mine only saw.

My dedication, 
Would be the world’s stupidity.
The devotion of a fool.

Whose only solace,
Is to now be alone.