5:30 am.
New York, NY
Petals across the floor. Books, magazines, clothes and food. A dirty mess that’s been spreading over for too long. The weak light in the corner is casting frightful shadows over those piles of junk. A cold, dark, grey, blue atmosphere is making me sweat. Seems like we’ve entered a haunted house, our garden of evil.
A massive cleanup has been long overdue. Sirens in the back keep screaming. Soon they’ll be coming for us, for you. Hear ‘em? Now it’s too late. You won’t come clean, and I’m twisted.
The city lights illuminate your face. You can’t resist such a disturbing commotion, can you?
Let me just smash down that picture of you two. Is a late night the right time to mess it all up even further? Bring it on.
I hit your head on the wall. And once more. Now you know what this is about. I don’t know what’s wetting my hands. Might be my blood, might be your tears.
No. You don’t look away; you can’t loosen up my grid. I hold your head between my hands because I wanna see those eyes, explore them, find out what they hide, light up them with passion, embrace them, adore them. Those two slanting slits are beautiful.
A deep kiss on your perfect lips. Now you’re quiet. Yes I’ve crossed my heart for you and now it’s been crushed for too long.
Somehow we both know what’s bounded to happen. The path that seemed to have been settled on won’t hold any longer. Broken glass is covering the floor and you can’t lie anymore.
So let me phrase it clearly.
Will you marry me?
