Steadfast

"Say it once more. Like you mean it."

"My love, it's only you. It's only ever been you."

Let's break a little silence, man, let's kill some sort of noise.

We'll show the world who's vigil, we'll show the world who's free.

Will you come pining, Sir, someday soon? Let's make it count, like modern art.

Her brain tasted like snow peas and her lips like blueberry scones, 

neither bitter nor sweet.

Kill the juke box, bartender; close the doors so that I may drown alone.

Will you cry for me, die for me, smile for me, live for me?

Neck confined by ribbons of twine, turn away, it's only a sick joke.

Wipe away those tears, I fear I might develop empathy,

sympathy that sits barren.

Return the heart you stole, Mister.

It's rude to leave a guest empty handed.

Wilting in the shade, move to darker caves, growing like mold, 

creating earth and claiming home.

Wake to another day, alone, sheets still cold, 

the indentations of the carapace that kept you safe.

Don't call me young love, Esquire; 

my bones brittle bygones and heart trapped by a cage.

Who drowned in the clouds, but a song bird, 

who's aimlessly wandered on a summers day.

Give it time, make peace, written words, and other such things, bring silence.

Her mind still strays  to those imperial moments, evicted by her constant flurry.

"I don't want you to think it's you, my love, the thought would devastate me."

The city's burned slowly and I've been left in the remains, mourn silently, leave me among the flames.

Gather what's dear to you, I'll stand here, in my designated place.