Extravaganza

 

But then

  Hadn't I given you chances, for the gemstones that they are? 

Some rough, 

  Some refined? 

And it was little lines you crossed, 

  and the barriers you willed blown into destruction

It was extravaganza's of rage 

  and raw venom. 

It was....

  controlling in it's subtleties, 

 somehow still, 

Mascarading in the travesties beneathe...

For they could not compare, 

  the small infractions...

To the heavy frontal blows. 

Hadn't I? 

 Given you everything I have? 

You, stepping over lines daily. 

Souring a love's expectations. 

Was my heart not enough? That you should poison it subtly, 

With a grin on your face, 

Just for the taste of my wince? 

We painted over molding walls. 

I begged you, 

But I might as well have been screaming silently; 

Completely blotted 

                                      Out.