Crimson Queen

Melissa R. Mendelson
The Crimson Queen sat upon her throne.
Her cold hands clasp together.
Her eyes hold nothing but you.
Your love was supposed to last forever.
Red velveteen hearts drift in the sky
as sapphire tears kissed her face.
Broken hearts lie like broken glass,
and you disappear without a trace.
Passionate nights now feel like distant dreams.
Promises that you could not keep
disappear under those lies you sweetly spoke,
and the cut runs deep.
I didn't want your body.
I didn't want your mind.
I wanted your love,
but you left me behind.
Fear has stolen you away from me
as you left to save yourself,
but didn't you see
the love in my eyes?
Now, you're gone forever,
and my heart is dead
while I, the Crimson Queen remains here
with thorns around my head.
If only I left with you
and allowed myself to be free,
but I was scared.
I was scared to be me.
Rose petals fall like rain
as I open my hand
and whisper your name.
Love is nothing but exploitation
as dancers dance in red,
and here comes February
dropping a white rose upon my bed.
And I begin to fade away.

Published by Melissa R. Mendelson

Newspaper Reporter for Long Island's Smithtown Messenger Newspaper and its sub-issues, The Brookhaven Review, The Ronkonkoma Review, and Medford News; Freelance Writer for Hudson Valley's Photo News; Movie a...  View profile

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