What's Your Bid?

At an auction

Held in my own house of hearts,

I had you and me

Sold to the highest bidders,

And clear the trash 

Which lay heavily on the porch of my valves.

Disrupting the regular flow of oxygenated blood

Through my nerves, veins, and arteries.

With the hardest hammering sound

And unpleasant knocking,

I commenced the show.

Sold the antique promises we had formulated

In the name of love and hope.

I sold them to the desolate and hopeless

Who wanted it the most.

For it was worthless

To have given it away at a dear cost.

Next lined up for the auction was

The rough paintings we had sketched

With foresight and a vision

To make a thriving future

With a handsome home and four children playing around.

I wanted to burn them to attract the crowd.

But I was not immune to fire

I had my heart burnt into ashes and smoke,

I couldn't have conducted the show.

I also placed upon the table of conquest,

Our expensive and imported wine

Which we drank to our heart's content, every night.

But it is now tinged with a piquant flavoring of my tears,

Rendered into the color of vampiric blood.

The vase on the offering platform had us,

Imprisoned and caged,

Screaming like a beast

Behind the bars.

Let us be exiled forever,

Let us be forgotten and forlorn.

The world will put the remaining love to some good use

Which cannot be done by us anymore?