compare me to a summer's day || clouded sonnets

✧ deípno se énan próin

┌── •✧• ──┐

It's been a (fucking) while, hasn't it, love?
I'll be a man and ask you how you've been
(And ignore this new man you claim to love
But fear not, he'll know nothing of our sin).

For dinner, I'll bring a bottle of port
And charmingly pour your glasses for you
(Then you and I will silently abort
The room, leaving your lover with no clue).

But it's you in my mind, chopping each twine
What has your poor lover done to deserve this?
It was you who left me when you were mine!
So I'll behave, (and give no hug nor kiss).

At the dinner table I'll stay silent
(and hope to God I don't turn violent).

└── •✧• ──┘