The Metal Heart

I wish my heart was hard like metal,
with a warm and bright golden shine.
A safe and unbreakable golden vessel,
keeping my vulnerability locked away.

I wish your presence was tattooed onto my soul,
not fading when the air exits my lungs.
My feeble memory is my vehement enemy,
betraying me of what I crave the most.

I wish my skin was the surface of a shooting star,
catching your eyes with a glittering delight.
What I am is an enchantress with no magic,
under your spell but not in your arms.

I wish I could bend time to create a futuristic world,
where love is the currency and loyalty is the key.
I would take you to a place where all is possible.
Just like in my head. Still.