A lifetime back or so it seems
when heartbreak was a masterful monochrome,
you blinded me with garish dreams
of lies and lust and love loaned.

And the fool I was, a lonely dove
with brown eyes that begged to be saved,
from the big bad world and broken love;
it was sweet delusion I craved.

And you were in your element dear
as you smiled and spun your web
feeding on my innocent fears;
drunk, insatiable silhouette.

The knife you gave, I kissed myself
before I held it over my heart
crimson flowers bloomed as you cast a spell
and bright blood fell taking away the dark.

Drunk that you were; greedier still
you lapped it up as I smiled
and when you had had your fill,
I tried cleaning the mess you left behind.

But how do you wash blood with blood
when there is none left to give?
You took it all as an interest for love
My love, how is this mortal heart to live?

The tears that fall in this marble hall
ceaselessly, on the stains you left behind
don’t wash them away, no matter what I try
and so the only solace I find
is in thinking about something like love
which flutters in the web of lies
lonely and lost, a shell of what was
but in the end, just mine

just mine.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Romantic Dominant
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 17:03:38

    when heartbreak was a masterful monochrome

    superb line


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