The Music Artist

- Rift: Part II - Poem I -

I told you my secrets, I swore I’d hide,

But you were the truth I couldn’t bide

A golden light, my darkest stain,

I ran away to dodge the pain

I wrote you songs then lost my voice,

You held me close, and I made the choice

You reached too far, I slipped away,

Afraid of the love if I chose to stay

The smoke and chords, our late-night calls,

Now echo down my empty halls

You wear the promise ring inside your head,

While I rehearsed the lines I’d dread

How’s fame been treating you these days?

The red-carpet cheers the critic’s praise

Do strangers see the boy I knew?

The one I swore I’d marry, too?

Do the starlit guys say your name?

I still flinch when the fans proclaim

That you’re the heart behind the track,

The one I wrote, then took it back

I saw you once but turned around,

Afraid of the roots and shaky ground

I said “I’m fine,” but I lied again,

I miss your touch, your voice, your poetic pen

I’ve dreamt up ways to make it right,

But I disappear before the light

You broke my code, got past my wall,

And still I let our future fall

My hands let go, my heart stayed near,

I feared to love, then fled in fear

You gave me peace, I gave you space,

A silent stage in an empty place

I promised things I’d never keep,

Then blamed the cost when you lost sleep

You held me close, I played pretend,

Then cut you off before the end

I left your texts unread for weeks,

Ignored the hurt behind your cheeks

You begged for more, I turned to stone,

It thrilled me just to be alone

You said “I think I’m losing you,”

I shrugged and said “Well, that maybe true”

You planned our life, I made a joke,

Then left you crying in the smoke

I kissed new mouths the night you cried,

And felt relief when I saw your pride had died

But something in me felt wrong,

Why did I still write your name in all my songs?

I’ve now moved on to things brand new,

I posted about it in hues of malachite blues

But the memory of you won’t go away,

It haunts me more and more each day

How you cried and begged for me to care,

And stopped just like that, it was unfair

You saw forever, I saw air,

You needed me, I wasn’t there

I don’t know if my fear for you can stop,

Even if my body were to rot

The music artist within,

Will always herald our end