The Fall

 (As I wrote this poem, I heard it to the tune of Wicked Little Town from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. The words are mine, but the "melody" in my head is blatantly nicked from the Hedwig score.)

The smell of fall is in the air
The golden leaves around you
Remind you he's not there
Remembering the summer heat
and how he left you incomplete
With every one you meet
You leave a piece of you

You know there's only you to blame
He disappeared fast as he came
The hottest flame that burns
Is fire that burns blue

You write his name in all your books
Try not to notice every
disappointed look
You don't feel happy, don't feel sad
Can you miss what you never had?
Were you just mad or naive
that you fell so hard?

You know there's only you to blame
No time for sorrow or for shame
You chose to play his game
and he held all the cards

So now October's left you here
You can't ignore the change
You wear it far too clear
And though it all seems so unfair
He walked away without a care
You barely knew what love was
Believed in what you saw

You know there's only you to blame
You're sure that he forgot your name
You hardly know yourself
and everything feels raw

You are so naked and alone
Your beating heart has frozen
Turned itself to stone
You have no doubt that you'll survive
Convince yourself that you're alive
The prize you set your sight on
Cost you much too dear

You know there's only you to blame
You walked straight into his cold flame
And now you stand in ashes
Choking on your fear

And there is only you to blame
And you will never be the same
The headlights on the night streets
Blind as they come near
The headlights on the night streets
Illuminate your tears.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Friday Night Raw

and now for the inspiration: John Cameron Mitchell singing Wicked Little Town. Stephen Trask's lyrics are much better than mine!