The Multi-genre Mashup SmackDown

tape fixed everything, but the merlot stain

I was never made to win, so I stand here with broken wings.

Bumping shoulders on a ghostly dance floor.

Merlot spilled on my collar.

I remember your closed eyes, humming to the summer sky.

You and I and fireflies.

Capes won't reclaim stolen teenage time.

Coat, closet years piled on your chest. Swimming upstream, no safety vests.

Marjorie—I screamed "I can't breathe!"

Did you hear me?

Sitting in the trenches was enough.

But I didn't call your bluff, you dropped my hand.

Enemies piled in, and left me stranded.

In a blur of heartless one liners, the wick split.

It was by design, Marj the mastermind.

Empty aisles are worse than heart throb headlines.

Laid in shattered stained glass, breathing in betrayal.

Thought I'd found my holy grail.

I should've known, the villain only dies old in untold folktales.

Our love died young, and mausoleums feel like home.

Fixed my name with tape you left me, but the stain of you remains.

The glory days are behind us babe.