Blue reduction/white witch

I've been boiled down to a broth 

A sadness juice 

A blue reduction

You're just a name on a screen 

An instant flash

With no course correction 

No shutter control 

I want to be on your lap

In your heart

But you slap me away

Like a fly on a colt 

Like a spark with no jolt 

I want to be more than my body. 

I want to more than a whore. 

I want to be seen as I am standing still 

A white witch in the flames 

Professing her love 

Spilling her guts 

And not mopping it up. 

Not begging for forgiveness 

for bleeding.