We Crashed Like a Cheap Guitar Solo

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

We started loud, a fire in the night,
Two reckless hearts chasing neon light.
No rhythm, no plan - just volume and pride,
And a love that peaked too fast to survive.

You screamed every note like it meant forever,
I played along, lost in the weather.
But passion unchecked is just noise in disguise -
A beautiful mess right before it dies.

We crashed like a cheap guitar solo -
All flash and flame, outta control.
No melody left, just feedback and scars,
Burning too bright beneath broken stars.
We lit up the room, then we faded too soon…
Now all that’s left is the smoke and the tune.

We met in a bar where the speakers would shake,
You danced like a storm I was born to take.
One kiss on the mic, and the crowd disappeared -
Just you, me, and chaos we both longed to hear.
We turned up the gain, ignored every sign…
Love shouldn’t be felt through distortion and wine.

You screamed every note like it meant forever,
I played along, lost in the weather.
But passion unchecked is just noise in disguise -
A beautiful mess right before it dies.

We crashed like a cheap guitar solo -
All flash and flame, outta control.
No melody left, just feedback and scars,
Burning too bright beneath broken stars.
We lit up the room, then we faded too soon…
Now all that’s left is the smoke and the tune.

The silence after was deafening, stark,
Like an encore lost in the dark.
You packed up your life with one final chord,
Didn’t even look back when you slammed the door.
I still hear the echo in empty rooms,
Of wild strings snapping and shattered tunes.

Maybe we weren't meant for slow-burning grace,
Just lightning and thunder, a six-string embrace.
Not every love needs to last or be wise -
Some are just fireworks lighting up skies.
Too wild to hold, too loud to ignore…
But gods, what a sound while it tore.

So here's to the crash, to the sparks in the air,
To loving like mad without time to repair.
We didn’t fade - we exploded apart…
We crashed like a cheap guitar solo -
And burned like a work of art.