DISCO
AUGUST 2024
Strawberry wine.
Selma Tabti
The band disappeared, and you're not here.
Maroon bespattered on my ribs,
Strawberry juice on your lips;
Your love splattered, my dear.
Is it a case of apocalypse ?
I swear, I thought I could fix it.
I gave you all my love,
all my tears.
Mirrorball reflecting my deepest fears,
Why is everything so explosive ?
Stop bleeding on me !
Can you not see that everyone's watching ?
Come and dance with me.
Can you not hear the music playing ?
Can you not hear them cheering ?
You wanted to be part of the bourgeoisie !
You told me you loved me, why are you dying now ?
Are you too weak to feel my love ?
Answer !
Stop bleeding on me !
It's not enough for me, for them !
They want you to dance again.
Please, now perform !
Play a role ! Play your part !
Do something, stop dying !
Let's collapse once again.
please.
I'm begging you now.
stop bleeding.
You're making it worse
No one's even watching.
Stop.
I've never said I wanted to see crimson on you.
I'd rather see you blush
No— not a bruise !
Let me touch you again
May I caress your cheek — no !
Stop bleeding !
Why don't you want me to love you ?
Can you not see that I'm doing my best for you,
even when my prom dress is covered in you ?
Please, let my adoration veil you.
I love you, can you not see it ?
Tears shouldn't be wine,
I shouldn't be drunk on them.
I didn't want to love the pain,
to mark my love into your veins,
You didn't have to sacrifice yourself,
in order for me to love myself.
Being the poet, and not the muse,
is that the price I should pay ?
Being the lover, and being used,
is that why my world is turning gray ?
I've tried to love you,
to splash my paint on top of your skin
I've tried to cover your sin,
and let you pretend to be brand-new.
No, I'm sorry.
Stop trying to stretch yourself for me.
Can you not see the ruby
flowing out of your epidermis ?
Stop bleeding,
it's not the same as crying,
not the same as loving.
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