I was a firework
dancing across a live wire,
a fuse that couldn’t be tamed,
and I stitched my legend into a tapestry of sunlight and shadows.
You were a parasite,
a creature from the fleeting night,
nesting in the chartreuse fabric
and boasting of a love that
moved only in the figure of muddled art;
then the day arrived when you decided
you were embarrassed of my colors,
so with a shiver, I tamed my fuse
because you preferred a ghost.