Confusing Romances in Uncertain Seasons

In your hands I lay the torn ribbons of my soul
A little figurine of an ambiguous material
To play in your childish games the role
Of myself, and a love too immaterial.

Admittedly, I rushed in giving you the thing
I hoped that your heart would not spring
To the cache future of commitment, devotion
Which, by general consensus, mean absence of all emotion.

But it was like I had screamed, and you recoiled
And in the instant our gaze turned blank, my arteries boiled
For in that marmelade symbolism you saw
Threads of the life you fancied cut raw.

So you dashed from your seat
Down the twilight alley
With your hands drowning the beat
Coming from the valley.

In the valley passed a crowd
Spreading music way out loud
Music humming in my heart and brain
Music seeking every one of my emotions to drain.

As I heard the empty echo of your footsteps walk away
I waited for the world to tumble down
Crash and burn on my shoulders as I insecurely began to sway.
And whilist I cannot say I received a crown

Something truly was relieved: my frown.

I saw no point to hang my heart teethily to yours
No finality to cry and beg for love on all fours
No purpose to being down
Disinteresting I deemed attempting to drown.

So disdainfully yours,
I rose from my seat
Next to yours' cold shores
I straightened my back, some oblivion to meet.

I threw my blackberry scarf on the wizened park bench
I laughed till I felt my teeth were like sand
Carelessly strutting away from a breakup's stench
I flashed the world a smile and joined the band.