My lips know all the words of my soliloquy,
The good, the bad, and even the ugly.
Despite the burden I lay on them,
My lips are forced to do and witness
As I hold a gentle kiss on your forehead;
My version of Judas, while I cruelly betray
The raw love your smiles do ever testify,
For to you I am your Romeo to the death
Now I have to blacken my entire heart
Like the black poly bag hanging on my bike,
To shed my feelings and become a monster,
As I break your heart with unsaid words
Ready to gush out from my untamed mouth.
As your hands form a chain around my neck
So does my heart feel, trapped, chained
To your love and I desire to set myself free.
As you lean on me as a rock for your love,
That your heart never falls, not to break;
I wish I had fallen, fallen in love, but didn’t.
I need a break from us, from you,
Like my bicycle from my oppressive behind.
Maybe my eyes were roped by lust,
By the curves that boldly outline your behind.
But if I am to be honest with you,
I was never in love but hoped to be.
These are the very words I want to utter:
‘Love, I can no longer endanger my feelings,
Stuck with you while I pretend to love.
I am breaking your heart to repair mine.’
Sigh, with eyes closed as my mind does rehearse.