His Dead Lavender Light

A critique forum! I wrote this poem several years ago and would love to have a critique if anyone has the time. Thank you.

His Dead Lavender Light

I always knew you were a self-absorbed man, vain and haughty,
incapable of loving another human being

But I liked the way you wove your enchantments with dark whispers
and sweet symphonies

I sought to find the depth and beauty, the hidden treasures,
in the eyes of your soul

Upon a closer breath, I found myself drowning in the empty parched sand
of a desert, your heart

I gazed into your once beautiful eyes and I saw myself there,
I had become one with you, a dead lavender light

You, my love, are the one who made me
One evening you were ired with me and cut me to pieces with your sword

You ripped apart my soul, my very being, and replaced it with your own -
The dead lavender light.