A despair grabbed me by the hand
in a way no true happiness would ever dare.
I wore all kinds of masks at that ball
to hide the stains of tears and fears that
my soul decided to impregnate my face with.
Had I soaked all night in ice
I would have suffered less, one might think,
as all the swelling around my eyes
Had made it look like I had been on wine
and aspirins (for far too long)
but no, sir.
I forced a smile on my visage,
the kind you get only when you are merry,
but mine almost looked as if
it were going
and no mask could hide
any thing, any
We danced all night then,
that daring despair and I.