Punch Drunk Love

Black Dolce and Gabana shades cover the evidence of false truths and broken dreams

I step into the dewy presence of an arrogant sun that beats down upon my skin

Wickedly attempting to reveal the secrets hiding beneath my hundred dollar lenses

I walk atop cracked pavement in five-inch stilettos,

Frantically reaching higher than the low I have succumbed myself to

Diamond encrusted bangles wrap around purple fingerprints embedded in my wrists

These expensive embellishments suit me better than the bad memories left behind

They resemble the platinum, diamond dipped choker draped about my esophagus

Coyly permitting my breathless oxygen to exist

Alexander McQueen gently caresses my red and blue spotted skin

The click of my heels sings a tune often forgotten amongst the loud thuds enclosed within bleeding walls

Darkness follows along the bright, indignant rays of this still arrogant sun

The only light shining radiates from the glimmer of the wedding band on his finger as he berates my face

The morning after, a haughty gift box graces the mahogany night table

Chuckling through the small glimpses of prying sun light peeking through 500 thread count, Italian curtains

He, the he that shares the name I call my own, greets me with warm smiles

Warm like the supple flames of Dante’s Inferno

Sweet kisses, sweet as the bitter taste of tarnished fantasies adorning the tattered folds of my mentality

Sapphire jewels exaggerate teardrop rings

Devaluing the fading merit I once held

Frugality’s meaning holds true in the force of his love, personified in the impact of his hits

I, the me that hides behind the barrenness of materialistic significances, has been bought out and sold

I am price less

Still, he prices more to define the blood that hemorrhages internally

Sorrow is invisible yet it leaks and stains the fibers of a hand-knotted Persian carpet

Nevertheless, love is the only drug that emits into the thick air trapped within a bar-less prison