Callous Darling

It’s been brought to my attention

That you don’t know who I’ve been.

You don’t but you do. You see it all without clue.

Smoke’s cleared though it’s been a year;

Does it feel so long to you?

Spring’s coming; we’ve been here too long.

The party’s over, the crowd has cleared;

But you remain; I’ll sweep up your mess –

Your sick, my tangled scalp. Your hair strings around 

My bones, curling, oh please stop turning.

I’ve got a thing for you Oriental – and yes you shall

Remain nameless. You don’t see me but I cry

“Sweet demon!” Oh violent blond,

Your gaze cuts down, through dire and dumbness –

How dumb I’ve truly been.

In lyric I’ve wept, and in shallow I swam.

But you’re gone now, or so very soon you shall be.

He’s sung all my songs,

“I wrote those you bastard!”

Paws off now, oh calloused darling.