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.