Tristesse
Tristesse
My love,
I have wanted to say this to you
For a long time now
But never really knew how
I may not have it in me tomorrow
So listen now
Please.
When you danced with me in your arms
In a room full of people
They were awed by the love in your eyes
I saw how your eyes were searching
For hers in mine
When you twirled me
And pulled me close
You kissed me bittersweet
On your lips,
I could taste their longing to taste hers
Not mine.
When you discovered my love for glass
And all things fragile and raw
You said that I love myself too much
Cause everything fragile reminds you of me
And I let you drink
From my favourite teacup
And I knew it right then that you will break me
Break me, like she broke you.
And I just want to dance alone on the terrace
With your screams of agony for music
And twirl in the arms of the wind
Around your body as life slowly leaves it
And everything broken seems so beautiful
Maybe that's why I haven't swept off the floor
The pieces of my shattered teacup.
I hate the person I can be
But I have been so fond me
And I can feel the other side taking over me
But I don't think I can stop her.
When your embraces and caresses
Felt more like clutches
With the withdrawn yet tolerable patience of a pet
That could never be domesticated
I let you hold me
But I'm wild at heart
And I don't sense home in your arms
And my heart, claws at my chest,
Ripping me apart
It demands to be set free
When I told you about the monsters
That lay under my bed
Waiting to grab me by my feet
And drag me into darkness
I told you I was scared
You said that I think too much
And the only monsters were in my head
And maybe you were right
Cause I'm now
Scared of myself
My thoughts are taking a dark turn
Treading towards that forbidden alley
Luring me in
Promising escape
From your beautiful lies
Turning me weak in the knees
And I know that giving into them
Will only leave a trail of crimson behind
But my monsters are crying
They're pleading not guilty
So I have to go.
I want to hate the person I'm becoming
But I can't seem to stop loving her
Maybe it's time
I let her take over.
Your words kiss me like waterdropwort
They'd have me grinning at you
Sardonically when I die
Let DeLange play me an elegy
His music invades my veins
And sweetens the venom
That you spread.