"A Soliloquy"

The start of a chuckle,
escapes into the room,
where white-lined paper,
coats the cold floor,
like a carpet made of words,
lines, letters, sentences and phrases.
A pile of pencils, all broken;
The pens no longer work.
"So this is what you want, huh?
Break your own heart upon the floor,
steer your own vessel into ground?
Hah! Do not blame me.
I wasn't asleep at the wheel.
Write it down! Write it-"
Hand freezes over dead quills.
"Oh..."
Paper cuts coat his fingers.
"Piece it back together,
but it won't be the same.
Pretend to let me go.
Lie to yourself, you will,
until you believe it's true."
Picks a picture from the papers,
"Oh dear, your face still haunts me.
And I've become that ghoul,
emerging from the shadows,
to seize your heart.
Reach through your breast,
where my fingers feel cold,
grip your life-center and squeeze.
But when you look,
it will be your your own face, you see.
Not me!"
A whisper, hoarse and haunting.
"Oh sweetie, what a love you gave me,
without trust, you hid your feelings!"
He shouts to the ceiling:
"Oh, how I gave you everything!
And woe, why do I believe,
You are something extraordinary?
How do I manage to believe,
You are strong and the girl I see?"
He laughs,
"What a lie I have concocted!
The foolish ideal, that she and me,
are destined to be!
Yet still I believe!"
With that, sinks to his knees.
"And yet I love you.
Like a sweet, sweet melody,
singing me to sleep.
Oh, Troubled Beauty,
Don't you love me?
Dearest, can you return in time?"
A tear.

-This isn't even really a poem. I guess that's why I titled it "A Soliloquy." It's kind of melodramatic I guess. :\