where was the love?
Your sombre energy sucked the joy out of every room,
you stepped in — looking like the architect of doom.
Silent and deadly
like the archetypal villain of the piece,
painting the sky grey with deep shades of melancholy.
Thirty one day’s — of your senseless rampage,
disrupting the mundane of each ordinary day.
In your arms,
the whole world became a savage heartbreak.
How much of our stardust did you really need to steal away?
Thou art truly the coldest.
Just go — it’s over,
no need to make this the longest goodbye,
don’t sing me to sleep with your eerie lullaby.
February has arrived
looking like my teenage dreams of Valentine.
Yesterday is gone, but freedom is still mine
— even if it’s not free.