I'll swath my cliches
in over verbose decadence
and ask forgiveness in the morning.
Edging
toeing
the fine line in between
Fighting to *live
- or -
living to fight
in champagne surged soirees
of surreptitious allergens
Some ******* ballad
donning metalcore methods
aggressive to a fault
that is to say, earth-shattering
unyielding, unwavering, unapproachable
un-*******-believable
You, me,
they, we,
truncated
but never forgotten
Had
but never spent
Forgotten
but never lost
Your name is in my autocorrect
with siren songs and call signs
from generational grievances,
Chivalrous misandry,
chorus discord
callous
Chandeliers swing
low like chariots.
Samson told us to keep dancing.
We were only listening,
abreast one another,
clad only in our genres.
We were so much more
until we were
lost,
but never mattered.