Perhaps we were too young
to understand the implications,
but too old to ignore them

Oh, infatuation-
how it smothers us in violet flame

Soft is the sound of me leaving,
yet within these walls echoes
something loud and wicked;
it inspires blood

Your endless holiday will not leave, however,
nor will you miss the allure you possess
You undressed the concealed beauty of me
I had thought plain

I had no idea what I was getting into-
mania with fainting spells
at just the wrong intervals,
and unrequited love,
and all the ire therein

Despite this, I hear, always,
"Entire cities shook for your sake, darling;
the least you can do is smile"

-c.j.