Modern Romanticism

Leave behind the dust
From your faded heart.
In the rust, we combined
Red and red to make blood.

Leave behind those closed doors
That were eons ago
Opened to the sounds of strife,
Creating romantic panic.

I had scorned too much of you.
Now I am through
With the enforcement
Of what I have done.

Numbness shields me,
Your light no longer blinds me.
I see a darkness in you
That won't let me through.

I am behind this door,
Cut off from who I adored

I am behind this door,
Trapped in all I abhor.