FILM NOIR — A Villanelle

When will love feel like the movies again?
I have sacrificed my youth for boredom.
Sick of lukewarm days, of meaningless men.

He does not touch my heart or move my pen.
I once breathed electric, now I cry numb.
When will love feel like the movies again?

I used to be in love, Amen, Amen.
I miss the bliss of being overcome.
Sick of lukewarm days, of meaningless men.

Will I ever feel like I felt back then?
Whatever bleeds recklessness, I crave some.
When will love feel like the movies again?

Does the earth remember us, way back when?
To mimic the way our heartstrings would strum.
Sick of lukewarm days, of meaningless men.

We are starving for original sin.
Bad man, I suffocate under your thumb.
When will love feel like the movies again?
Sick of lukewarm days, of meaningless men.

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