February 26, 2018I knew you would leave me the day I laid eyes on you
The way you smiled and the shape of your lips, like an old starlet in hiatus
Your hair like upside flames and eyes smeared Monet’s locked in frames
The sway, the liar, a kiss on the nape of your neck, the assassin you inspired
O baby, you cried as the traffic died and the city lights faded faintly
A feverish dream, it now all seems, as death defied the song in your sigh
Epic gods of young heart throbs tossed the days that time assigned
We left our innocence in frameless beds that sat concretely in cheap carpeted apartment floors
I was relieved to know you eventually would go
Pretended to hurt at times for cinematic woe
Truth be told, at birth, my heart was sold
Thank my mother, that first lover, for that tired tale of old
Further still with Scotch and pills I heard your old friends say
Under bridges, old worn stitches, never did you lose your figure
Courtesan of dance and song, begging and begging for a baptist’s head
Killer of your dreams and ventures, how dare me now nostalgic gesture
You left me like I knew you would
Ophelia, where art thou now, but floating down no longer where you once stood
Underworld lord atop this Underwood, once again, a life misunderstood
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