"And I'm lonesome when you're around."

I look at you, looking at me, but you do not see me- I am transparent, pale faced, a white sheet. I move and your ears do not detect the sound. I weep, but you do not see the water glistening on my face. You walk through me and it is unbearable. You used to look, and view me with such light that I thought that perhaps I was the beacon guiding you to me. But such radiance diminished, I think back, retrace- wondering where it went. Is it my flaws? How I've tried and tried and receive nothing in return. There is only so much that you can take before there is nothing left. And I fear that I am at my wits end, for I have nothing left to give. What more then? I am already empty, as deathly as my ghostly flesh. Take my eyes, and my heart too, this sacrifice for dying love is worth it to me.