i'm going to stand my ground this time,
my unholy, disdained, spat over ground
and tell the story i've been so afraid to tell
since the skies turned crimson and
my deMons didn't fail
to crawl beneath this raw thick skin
i had you injected so deep within.
you had me pouring out all my shadows,
breaking at the seams of sAnity and vengeance.
this bright city's lights got blinking and blurred
as you held me close and caughted me luRed.
it started with sparks and glances in the hallways
and finished with unbegun poems and a sentence
that skipped through my head like a broken record
"love's a ruThless game..."
take it all back now. take my heart. i'll find
the chords to that incompleted track
and play it along to the beat of this heart...
the remains of this jaded small heart.
i told you - life is a series of unfortunate events
that happen no matter what you do or when,
we decide to devote ourselves to attempts
of leaving beauty in the memorIes of "back then..."
and i did my best to describe this gracefully...
you know what they say? if a writer
doesn't write about you, ruN far.
they don't love you.
and neither do i.