small frail cheap and plastic

The only beautiful thing that exists.
I can imagine nothing as perfect and pure.
Nothing can make me gasp in awe, oxygen completly drained from my blood;
I will die never having held it.
I fumble through life endlessly reaching,
never getting any closer.
I can see it brillantly, I can feel it's heat on my tears.
I will never feel remotley whole, it will prey on my heart contsantly.
My body draws breath from it's reflection.
My heart will always ache vioently without it, and I will never feel it's kiss.