tacenda|| prosepoetry

CHAMPAGNE MELODRAMA

your stardust that sewed my torn skies were not strong enough to hold my rains,
your sunrays that broke the sheet of my first sky into millions of clouds were too soft to burn me.

my wine stained teeth and the lifeless love bites on my wrists were enough to send your merry self away. i gave you the gift of immortality by curving you in my words,
while you turned all my imperfections and injected me a world full of mortality and trust.

those charcoal eyes were too bright for my darkness, dear,
but for the first time, in a very long time,
a pair of cigarette lips were enough to provide my drug addict heart the moment of normalcy it yearned.

your soft scarred skin under my broken cuticles felt like the touch of pure silk sheets under a beggars body,
and when your love tried to build its home in my chest, my ribs cracked cause your feelings were too strong for my weak heart beats.

the acoustic keys that you played for my gothic metal mind seemed too dull to string my veins,
but the way you sculpted your hand prints on my wet body gave my wild soul the freedom that it needed.

all i ever gave you was the champagne melodrama my sweet,
so what made you trap your universe into the dark world of mine and name it after me?

baby, if only you were smart enough to not tear the abstract art of your feelings just for a tapestry like me.