Moonlight Wishes ❦

bittersweet symphony

years after we ended,

the cosmically beautiful boy and i,

we ran into each other in venice.

i saw the curve of his face, of his smile;

and the creases under his lovely eyes.

and without uttering a word, he gave me his hand,

and without uttering a word, i took it so, and we ran.

the canals and the tunnels all echoed again,

and we waltzed right back into our favourite dance.

we knew the steps, i winked at him and took the lead,

and there he was, ever so good to me- an air of freshness around him i couldn't quite read.

muttered bloodthirsty desires and weaved tales of the pasts we had missed out on,

wondered how we lived without each other and made it so far long.

we laughed and we laughed till we ached, and then we ached till i could see my heart open up to him again.

and he offered me his hand again:

and there i placed my heart.

and there i saw the twinkle in his eyes:

the ones i painted into art.

and he took my heart, my little heart;

and squeezed his hand,

till all the blood and love ran out dry,

he crushed the poor thing,

spat on it, and stomped on it.

looked at me and smiled again, and i would have said it was the same smile i loved;

had there not been blood on his teeth.

"this, my dear, is how it felt when you left. you live with this for the rest of your life."

and with that, and a kiss to my hollowed cheeks, he left and left behind a trail of dead roses.

and i found myself drenched in tears, blood and pain.

well, it turned out to be sweat and cold feet;

i woke up to the bittersweet symphony of the rain.

(and there i lie forevermore, wondering where it all went wrong

perhaps in another life you would take the lead, or maybe you wouldn't dance at all.)

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a/n: i love venice i wanna go there so bad :(

anyways, love this poem because it's so very personal to me. i love the dead roses anecdote because while roses often symbolize romance... DEAD roses are so hauntingly poetic.