So, these are just a few things I’ve been thinking
while I traced our actions, slowly sinking.
You screamed and cried while I was left asleep.
As my eyes adjusted to morning light,
there wasn’t much that I had seen.
Just your outline against my sheets,
and a note, “vous me détruit.”

The months went on, I did my best
to regain what little I had left.
And still you wanted back from me,
what I had stolen from your chest.
Though long ago I left it somewhere
between debts unpaid, dreams cut short,
long before you left your mind,
turned your body to a fort.

I sat there in my bedroom,
where we once had danced so eagerly.
Only now the music hasn’t stopped,
instruments flow quite freely.
Without measurement of time,
or care of fitting harmony.
The drumline’s skewed,
guitars untuned,
shredded vocals are un-queued.
All that’s left I have to say
to cry out aloud “you did this to yourself.”
If you could only hear me,
if you could only speak.