Loreley’s Scion

When you promised you would never leave, do you remember what I taught you? I have said: “Love is something just for fools. Why would you make yourself visionless, if you could explore the slightest dissonance in the song that life is playing when you, of all people, are the maestro? You’re just going to paralyse yourself.” Now I see that I taught myself through you.

I could never bring it over my lips, but now that you are gone, the wind can tell you my side of this real fairy tale. I hated you, from the bottom of my heart I regretted being with you every day. At first, you were my deliverer of the sins I carried in my backpack under my heart, but soon your masquerade fell. You were a liar. Not even the voices of the witnesses were unaware of the magnitude of your web of lies. To describe it as a web is an understatement. It was a fleet of disruptive violence that you embodied. You were an inquisitor who saw the advantages in me and only wanted to satisfy himself. The claim that you didn’t love me, amongst the plane trees, whose leaves were studded with stars, on the never-ending stairs, I can’t deny. Why did you transform yourself into the monster you sought to protect me from? I sacrificed myself for you, do you no longer remember? Whenever you would plead for protection, it felt like a command I couldn’t refuse. However, when I was copying you in order to become a better version of myself, your ears were tuned to remarks, even though I was chanting the same notes. I truly desired to mirror you as a gratitude for the love you gave me. I truly desired to mirror you as a gratitude for the love you gave me. I clung to those unforgettable days when I could easily announce to the entire world that I was proud to be yours. I did everything I could to preserve those timeless moments, so they were never going to fade away. Now I ask you: what did you contribute to this relationship? Don’t tell me I’m to blame for its demise. Do you remember when I stood up for myself and threw myself into the arena of the virtuosi, who were seemingly backing you, to protect the last fragment of your self from the blades? And what exactly did you do? You turned your back against me. That was bearable, but it was your audacity to betray me that hurt. My actions did not serve as testimony to my love for you. All of this was done solely for the lenses you set up, so that I would offer you entertainment. When I crawled up to you and was engulfed in your arms… You, on the contrary, chose to turn your gaze down on me regardless of any respect for me. You put a spell on me, I could not resist. Dammit, there were no knights, no resistance, when you walked through the halls of my temple and with each step you dared to bleach out the untainted parts of the stained-glass born to archive the memories I have planted and gathered in my garden. Your deep desire of hatred to ignite my vulnerability, planted ruins where beauty was, only because you have envied me. All that you left for me was the monster you gave birth to, who takes pride in annihilating my existence. The deeds you create while stepping upon this world, do not shy away from what they truly are. They don’t even know what they even are. In the end, you left me to die. This is still not the end of the story. Should I refresh your memory of what the climax was? My heart was ripped out by your hands, I have glorified! You left me to die, bleeding out the gold my body carried to keep me alive. I was tossed into the ocean. By the love of my life. By you my darling.