Pretenting everything were fine
Everything were fun
I felt the evening sun
shine onto the face of mine.
Whisky-sipping I was sitting on my balcony.
Staring into the fire that lay before me.
Burning what's left from a dire night of glory.
Merely thinking: 'how can she?
How dare she act so carelessly?'
All night I could barely sleep.
My thoughts too busy to be counting sheep.
'How can she // why would she?
Step into my life
Then leave me behind
Wishing for nothing
But the ability to rewind.
Time and time again.
Rewind right back to last night when
Her reckless beauty
first struck my eyes and
Made me blind.
Made my mind end its duty.
As infatuation took over my heart.
As emotional inflammation poured over each of my parts.
All this in complete disregard of the surrounding situation
Which, seen from afar, was an astounding altercation
Where nothing seemed quite as astray
As the daunting need to fight to pass away.
Me and my friends discussed
with the club's bouncer
Begging him not to do his job
As an ouster
And show an ounce of mercy for a second
And let us back in.
We began by promissing to be kind and nice.
And eventually threatened to use our fists to fight.
A turmoil was to unfold
As our story got told
And word got spread.
Yet, no matter what we said
No matter how many were joining our cause
The bouncer kept pointing at laws
We allegedly wanted to break
Putting his job at stake.
Right before the peak of the rage
I not only skipped the page
But switched the entire book.
Being caught on said girl's dire hook,
The commotion faded into the background
Trumped by the sudden beauty I had found.
Unable to speak, unable to think
I saw myself on the brink of losing all my senses.
Pushing even closer to my mind's fences
I desired to make this night endless
As I inquired my chances.
"Hey, you're the girl of my dreams.
Forever with you I want to stay
Whatever forever means."
Is precisely... what I did not say.
Instead one of my friends
Putting the raging fight to an end
Invited everyone to attend
An afterparty at the place *i* rent.
Given that the place in question was mine
I briefly considered to mind
But seeing her being inclined
Had all perceived risk minimized.
And off we went,
Off into our veiled fate.
Off. Failed to hesitate.
Off we went.
We, thats me and this girl God had sent.
Oh ...and all the drunken idiots.
Who grew less relevant by the minute.
Much later I should be told
That it was quite bold
And nothing short of being stupid
Acting only on a cue of cupid.
Letting the entire mob into my place,
Letting it rage at its own pace
Letting it use my rooms as their stage
Would've drawn anyone's dispair.
But not mine.
I did not care.
To me they were not there.
To me there was no dispair.
To me there was just her.
That woman of divine beauty
With eyes like a piece of art
Made to look right through me.
" Quick, say something smart.
Impress her."
I thought to myself.
"I like cheese."
I heard me say out loud.
Remembering that she was Dutch
I assumed that'd impress her much.
"Oh, wow that's quite unique."
She answered aloud.
"I wish my gustos had such an individual touch,
But they don't exceed liking food as such."
Se said, smiling smugly.
"But did you know that roughly
All people who like cheese
Also like to read?"
"No, to me that statistic is new.
Are you sure it's true?
It sounds utterly fabricated."
"Ya, I possibly fabulated.
However, it rhymes
And things to rhyme
Are true nearly all the time."
She just looked at me with scrutiny and suspicion.
Oh my God! She thinks I'm an idiot.
That will be the end to my short mission.
"Oh my God! You are such an idiot!"
Was what she countered rather swiftly,
As she approached,
Moved close,
And kissed me.
Instantly,
Nothing else mattered.
As long as she was here
And I was with her,
All else was blurred out
And I completely forgot our whereabouts.
Until one of my friends
Decided to dance
On the table.
Booze infused, rendered unstable.
He came crashing down
Tearing off our moment's romantic label.
"What a clown."
She said with a frown.
"I hope he broke his neck.
Or no, maybe only his leg instead.
I heard breaking ones neck is pretty serious
While being delirous."
"It probably is."
I confirmed,
Giving her another kiss.
"however, I guess your life is equally over,
Breaking your neck while being sober."
"Oh wow,
You're a doctor now?
Or is this another wanna-be fact of yours?
Based not on profound science,
But on sounds and rhymes?"
"Maybe a bit of both."
I said, drawing her close.
"And what would that be?
A sort-of doc who equally believes
In the power of science
And the power of rhymes?
That wouldn't make sense.
Dear lord!
I hope you don't have patients."
"No, none whatsoever.
To me waiting always feels like forever.
Hardly ever patience makes life better.
It only gets you later
To where you want to be anyway."
"Enticing view,
However, not entirely true.
Consider booze:
It doesn't take a sage,
To know that wine gets better with age."
"Sure, I'm fine with waiting for wine.
Hell! Having wine mature and age
Makes it even attractive.
But that waiting's passive.
I can do other things while I wait.
But, speaking of alcohol always makes me long for it.
I'm having quite a decent night, wanna uncontour it?
Wanna drown possible grievance
With means of inebriance?"
"always.
But I have something better still."
She said, pulling out a lettered pilll.
"Let's do this,
If you will.
I Promise it doesn't kill.
Quite the opposite of it.
It is Love.
But much more stark
Than what any heart
Could ever instigate.
Yet, without the pesky ache
And all the other downsides.
It simply outright fantastic.
"Would you care to share it?"
I proposed,
Despite already being overdosed
I wanted that pill.
I wanted the feelings I felt
to grow greater still.
If this was Love,
I could not get enough.
There was no way back,
No place for regret.
No time to think clearly.
I wanted merely to feel eerie reverie.
Eternally.
Make it stay.
So, I did not hesitate
And took my share.
Hoping it'd take me where
This night won't end.
Where I'll forever hold her hand.
Where every noise is part of our melody.
I wonder where that could be…