The Night We Composed Disaster

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

We lit the fuse with a kiss at midnight,
Words like sparks in the summer heat.
No warning bell. No turning right.
Just two souls dancing toward defeat.

You wore your anger like a crown,
I matched it fast with pride and fire.
We tore the world our own way down,
One reckless word, one twisted wire.

You played the blame like a perfect chord,
I sang back fury, sharp and loud.
The silence cracked beneath the sword
Of every truth we wouldn’t allow.

The wineglass shattered on the floor,
Your photo ripped in jagged halves.
But still we stood there, wanting more -
Not peace… but war dressed up as love.

We didn’t scream until we broke,
We didn’t fall - we chose the slope.
Two stars colliding, out of phase -
A symphony of wasted grace.

Oh, it was the night we composed disaster,
Every note a burning master.
Love turned violent, soft turned cruel,
Passion dressed in razored jewel.
We wrote our end with hands that shook -
And called it art when we were through.

After the storm, you lit a smoke,
Sat by the window, face half-lit.
No tears. No words. Just trembling cloak
Of everything we couldn’t quit.

I reached for you. You turned away,
But left your hand upon the sill.
Like maybe love could find its way
Through all the wreckage, if it would.

We built this mess with golden dreams,
With "forever" carved in kitchen walls.
Now nothing fits the way it seems -
Just echoes bouncing through the halls.

We didn’t see it coming slow,
Just felt the cracks begin to grow.
But even ruin has its tune -
A sad guitar beneath the moon.

Oh, it was the night we composed disaster,
Every note a burning master.
Love turned violent, soft turned cruel,
Passion dressed in razored jewel.
We wrote our end with hands that shook -
And called it art when we were through.

Maybe destruction has its place -
When love’s too tangled to unwind.
Sometimes you have to burn the space
To leave the past behind.

And though we failed, I can’t regret
The fire that taught me how to feel.
Even broken hearts are set
To music only scars can heal.

So if you hear this song one day,
In some dim bar or passing car…
Don’t look away. Don’t turn and stray.
Remember us. Remember hard.

No winners here. No clear goodbye.
Just embers glowing in the dark.
We loved too fierce. We lived too high.
We were the spark.
We were the spark.

The night we composed disaster…
Was the last time I truly loved you.