Lost In a Melancholy

I remember when I met you... I was just a scared kid who knew Life was thirsty for all my tears. You told me it would be okay, I believed, but to my dismay, You were wrong...it was what I feared. Your optimism did nothing... Except make this all more crushing, Like I’m being stabbed by a spear. Well, I guess life just likes to sting, As it devours lovely things, And empties my soul ‘til it’s clear. I remember when I met you... Neither of us had any clue, That you would leave the world so soon. You told me all would be benign... Did you think that lying was fine? Melancholy, life’s worst tune... Music to it’s horrible ears, As it watches us cry for years, And darkness touches sky at noon. People like you deserve better, Not the short life you’d endeavoured, Ruthless like winter in mid June. But...as I stand next to your grave, Beautiful music of heaven Washes over me like a wave. For the "A Poem about DEATH" Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings (Constance) Theme was "devours lovely things." Form was Hutinashro (I had to try out my new form a little more) Rhyme scheme is Aabccbddbeeb Aabccbddbeeb aba Slightly linked to my poem Isolation Third Place 5/14/2018 Thanks for reading! I feel like this is much better than Color, but STILL DOESN'T USE THE DARN IAMBIC TETRAMETER. So, I'm gonna try to write one with iambic tetrameter soon. For MORE clarification. (And to prove that I know what I'm doing.)