Aquarium

MELPOMENE

Choice always had to be made. Is it comedy or tragedy today?

Misery enveloped her love letters addressed to nowhere,

Piles of ripped scripts were scattered.

Half of which were the truth she had been hiding behind her tragedy façade,

Half just remained painted on her comedic smile.

Even she laughs at her own fare,

At how real the blood gushing out of her throat was.

At why she was supposed to be the main role

But ended up to be in the darkness away from his spotlight.

Let him know. Or maybe not.

It is a forbidden tale, yet what can she do?

Star-crossed idiots separated by the stage and the view deck.

Fate is Shakespeare drafting the best of the love stories.

Paragraphs after paragraphs, the actress memorized her line

But she kept spouting her feelings,

Her throat burnt from the poison of the truths.

Maybe she could just choose to pacify it with lies.

On the edge of the stage, flowers from her garden of love withered.

Offered daily to her favorite audience, him.

But everytime she blooms her love,

He turns away.

"Man's a tragedy, the woman's a comedy to behold."

Applause echoed across the halls and the spotlight finally shone on her.

"Whilst the love I sought for found its nest in thee,"

She mumbled in pain as she waited for him to save her.

Easy. It was easy. It was easy for him.

To throw a flower on stage than an egg,

Was it only done so she does what she does?

Nevertheless, she kissed the flower.

No.

Could have saved her life.

But it was not in his script. He refused to say it.

Yes. Maybe. No. Maybe.

Endings were not always happy as such of the story of Melpomene.

Each beginning meant to tell everyone of her name,

But the only audience who she needed the most

Was the same hero who cannot save her.

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5/26/2018