The End of Love - John Cameron Mitchell

When I think about you

I think it’s all been said before

The words rang true

But what were they for?

You were a small disappointment

Careless hand on the thigh

Sweet inferred words

That were never implied

Who could frame the fearful asymmetry

Between lust and love?

Is God the synapse or the thought

Caught between what you want and what you bought?

Are you the final thread

That binds the world to me?

Baby is that all you want to be?

The end of love is

A terraced grief that’s like a drip down a mountain

That fills an ocean

I’ll carry you over the water, you grow heavier

With every step

Until you drag me down as sure as Ophelia’s dress

Did you grant me existence

When a random thought of me

Shot through your mind

Like a wasp right through a web?

You clothed me in life

But my garment strangles me

Like Desdemona struggling with fortune

And seeking her lover’s eyes

Is a mayfly tenure the best that you can offer me?

You’re so wisely absent, from past and future

But to me you’re nothing but a suture

To prevent their blending

And yet my heart seems to be rending now

The longer I sit in my lonely room

Honey you’re the only lover that I believe in

The end of love is

A guarantee that no will ever look

Away from me

Though I dance with the dolls

No one else comes close

To how, to how

How you love me

The end of love is

A deus ex machina

But ain’t that better

Than a deus

So much more humane

So much more remains

After the play is over

The end of love

The end of love

The end of love