how ironic was it
that the best part of your day
is the worst in mine
while i'm fumbling on phrases
to compose my mayhem,
you're allured in enchantment
and confabulated lies
in all your gentle, loving way
you ask if I'm okay
and I stir our couldron, our avowed cushion
to cosmic disarray
averting your gaze, desperate for reprieve
deroute our paradise from stream of relief
didn't Christine Dae warn Monsieur Raoul?
was it not the Opera Ghost that
arranged the interlude
was Mdme Charlotte's orchestrated demise
the arpeggio, a stacato to an impending strife?*
half-derailed, half- awake
overdriven with ballistic hate
aghast with defiance, eclipsed with denial
a thousand wolves howling at the foot of betrayal
now you weep at my steps
unearthing years of regret
disheartend by the treason
and locked yourself in my prison
in time the best part of my day
is the worst in yours
you fumble on statements
to compose your mayhem
and i'm allured with enchantment,
our confabulated lies
~fin
*inspired by Phantom of the Opera
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Love Confessions
RomanceInstruction: Read these confessions in one breath This is a portrait of a person violently in love trying to confess the longings of one's heart and what happens in between, within and after. #1 Millenial (October 2024)
