a letter from the pavement
i loved him without reason
he thought,
our montage may fade
as her zoom in is on him
but the truth really is
it was our reel
i held dear
in every season
he believed that our sepia shades
would collect dust and dissipate
while he cursed his enemy’s to be opaque
and his addition to my portrait, anyway
we watched love in the afternoon
blow windward after the blizzard
it said farewell to us,
our moulin rouge
and a sweet summer getaway,
only a hoax
was the great escape
our-polaroid-in-his-wallet-days
a hot air balloon,
the time became
i hear hindsight is 20/20
though the latest lens
with high definition
it could cost a pretty penny
except the debt!
pockets,
it can circumvent,
and just a soul will be left empty.
the glass is clean
the veil was thin
wiped with a teary handkerchief
so my specs see a spectacle -
this performance of his
bravo!
bravo.
i give kudos,
do take the flowers and a bow
gloriously, may you bask
in the limelight of her eyes now
there’s the cue,
roll the credits
in fine print:
my love’s deception
yes,
i did become quite small
when seen only from a pedestal
the hierarchy,
well it was indisputable.
tell me,
if one must succumb to peasantry
how could they also offer pleasantry?
a birds eye view?
yes,
this i gave to you
stood on my tallest tip toes
relevé on pointe
yet,
i never did reach his ego
when asked,
i would kiss both feet
but in the distance
do i hear a cackling?
in my periphery see..
a smug smile,
his only company?
the ruling forbid any bargain plea.
did you punish anyone else?
pain punched!
karma was felt -
OUCH.
breast strokes through the bowels of hell
is it endlessly entertaining,
my praise for perpetuity?
is it a perfect recipe,
for your believed nobility?
how ravenous his palette is -
watch his ego feast
and now i look malnourished.
from this famine,
and his beast.
A sinister laugh,
throwing his head back
“mon petite”
a beggar of breadcrumbs,
this is not me!
i cower, but still scream
i swallow them whole
this is my pigeonhole:
deny not 1 butler call
but should i move this lazy susan,
i will bite the hand that feeds.
may i please say,
that i would leave
before i’d let my love go hungry?
closed mouths don’t get fed..
i’ve been dethroned,
he says
how could i be so deceived
to think that his hands
might never leave mine empty?
who’s to blame if we both feel mistreated?
i loved him without reason