Where were you fiddling on your lute?

While amber waves of light lapped your curtains,

from the burning skyline of Rome,

I’m sure across my wi-fi connection,

suffocated in my own walls, choking in the purgatory of unemployment,

I could sense the flickering off your brown eyes,

How dare you speak of my unwillingness to intervene,

My inability to fix the undefined broken!

How dare you make the breakup about you,

your feelings, your stupid hurting vagina,

safe on the other side of the ocean,

Don’t tell me about your goddamned dreams

when mine were all but stolen,

Ungrateful undeserved!

To say nothing about coasts you gazed upon

courtesy of my blood, sweat, and tears.

To say nothing about the jeweled time you kept,

courtesy of my hemorrhaging wallet,

safe on the other side of the ocean,

And who is the one that doesn’t intervene?

Whose best friend was

beaten into a pulp,

and could not be arsed to walk 2 blocks

to visit?

Where will you be fiddling on your lute?

When the amber waves of my revenge laps upon your musty curtain?

You’ll be where you always are, my love....in the center

of your own universe, an empty black hole,

trapped inside your self-obsessed event horizon.

There are two sides to every story,

he said she said, real and invented,

Two sides my sweet, and what is yours?

for mine is well documented.

Take care--- Me

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[Edited 12/28/12 20:06pm]