I broke a cup
the room darkened, engulfed in
bitter silence for months. Then
James burned down our house.
He locked all the doors,
threw away our keys.
Oil drenched the floors,
I’m foolish for believing.
We were twin flames
now the very ones
that turned me to cinders,
I thought I could fix this.
Giorgios kept the record turning,
so James sought justice
by leaving him burning.
Courtesy from Mr. Self-Righteous.
Kurt passed the matches
turning his back
on everything he’s had.
All for his contemptuous mate.
Dylan’s been gone for ages,
he’s already turned the pages.
Cheryl didn’t see it coming,
not a target, paying niceties.
James’ eyes full of hate,
Staring through his wicked blaze.
His insidious ways, how
he adores a dramatic craze.
My darling, my tormentor.
Depended on him like a father,
then he kills that figure.
Driving me so mad. Spent too long feeling bad.
He’s a voice added to my hell-choir.
I had the best days,
those four months in Neverland.
But I’ve grown up, he’s forever lost
with his newfound lost boys.
I’ll survive him too,
and his eyes of cerulean blue
that haunt me, but my life
Surpasses his indefatigable spite.
For I gave him
a long stream of empathy.
He’s too low-effort now
to give me a droplet of decency.
And I don’t have to wish
him all the world’s misery.
Because misery is who he is,
it’s what we were.
That’s what I learnt.
