Modern Romanticism

Another night
to be the rubble,
added to the pile
lying under
your gaze.

You’ve beared fruit,
for no adherence
to reality.

Life awaits
in another realm,
outside your beliefs.

You’ve martyred
your unconcealed
moments,
desiring the crumbs
over the meal.

You’ve died repeatedly
without achieving
the Heaven you need.

Hell will be asking
for your affection,
until you disapprove.

There are many days
to smile for,
to not deny
has all the flavors
to be the colors
for your sky.