poem~first post in english

I allowed you to
take sips of champagne
from my crystal glass;
becoming alcohol
to your unworthy lips.

Wrapped in vintage sheets
along with velvet dreams,
I was the sun you
could not see from
your tarnished window
in a wintery morning.
You were my broken
pattern, I relied on
you chasing for a tomorrow,
when not even a today
was possible.

But I'll remain here though,
moving my brow highlights
from my heavily pierced
ear; not to bear any more
pain listening to a ballad of death,
but the passage of a New York
subway with destination
to nowhere.