[and if] you sigh i will gain [nothing](,) but a translucent hope wistfully putting me to shame(.)
[but now] you laugh(,) your eyes retreating to the crinkles of your lids (-)[don't] stop(,) for my lack of expectance is making me fragile(.)
so should i shatter(?) i pray you gather my sallow skin and ruptured veins(,) to place me [more finely shaped] in my dollhouse made of glass.
Again, I just thought I'd give you my suggestions on punctuation and the re-enjambment of the part 'my sallow skin' - do you see what I'm getting at here? It seemes to read a bit smoother this way, but that's just what I think.
Like the last piece of yours I commented on, it's very eloquent and quite minimal, yet it says a lot in few words. Fragility, glass and shattering are all good images and metaphors that tie in well together, translating into something different and personal to each reader. My take on this is how you perceive love and how you respond to it... in an unsure and slightly dismissive way.
It's just the feeling I get from it. I could be miles off, but that's a subjective thing, isn't it?
Is this the moment two people become more than friends; intimacy is shared and accepted as the one whose heart skipped a beat feels about to shatter with the tension? This feels more fleeting than a moment in time (a millisecond, perhaps?), as the possibility of two outcomes almost overpowers them. I could have missed this by a light year, but I might be close. In either case, this is very nicely written. Well done.