PUBLISHED IN DEVIANT: CHRONICLES OF PRIDE ANTHOLOGY
No death torments more
As the tune of true love lost
Woven harp strings taut
Takes its toll and pays the cost
Plucking fingers bloody
As the sounds become muddy
He left me staccatoing words
I thought about many things
Did he just give up on me, I thought?
As I loosened all the strings
Was there no choice left?
Has this song been reduced to theft?
The asexuality plucking, a crescendo
Hurtling notes, cutting cords
Strings popped; untethered
As he whispered haunted words
He begged me for sex
And just like that, the matter put to rest
Rejection plays its final refrain
My heart strings, yet he wants brass
Snapping all my plans in half
A love never meant to truly last
I say goodbye, I end the song
Love songs like this were never long
