Backburner

Maybe the grass is greener out there on the other side, And maybe it was for the best that the Moirai had our fate decried. Still, I’m haunted how it never sufficed, the lull of my hum, In the cacophony for your affection, As sweet as Saccharum.

In the onslaught of your lies, I stumbled in my stride; A strong, deafening blow to my already weakened pride. It had never occurred to me that you could be so cruel, But alas, I was just another subject of yours to befool.

Why you would reopen scars, I find herculean to comprehend; Could it be that I was just a practice round that got out of hand? My heart was in your hands as it cried futile pleas, An ode to the paradox of our demise, somber unstringing melodies.

From the start, I should have known things would end this way; But a part of me acquiesced, a part of me wanted to stay. My dreams were laid bare, in you I thought I could trust, But in your “love”, I could only breathe Sisyphean heartache, unjust. In all those months, you built me up just to watch me fall, And so all I have known has been tainted by vitriol.

In my lucky stars, my thankfulness and my trust were misplaced, As wishing on them left me alone and by the dust embraced. Hopes shattered and love in disarray, It’s time to go as there is no point to stay. In the echo of past wounds, lessons are foregone, As I crisp up on your backburner, a confession is withdrawn.