The Backstage Brawl
That's all it was
a backstage argument
a backstage brawl
a backstage heartbreak
a backstage backhand to the face
that's all it was,
a scream from the angels above
to be let out and feared among everyone.
She went stage left
and I went stage right
as the curtain went down
the audience applauded
and the lights faded
and that was it was,
one night, a backstage brawl,
fists flew
and kisses were denied
and black eyes were everywhere.
Smartasses lost their wits,
protecting her,
and they found themselves
getting up off the ground.
I was lost and gone,
angels screamed, "STOP IT!!"
But they told me to stop,
and I didn't because I didn't want to.
Dumb girls
dumb fools
protecting dumb girls
and I was the only smart one,
to stand up and not get my heartbroken,
breaking noses and cutting eyes in half
with fists full of fury,
I couldn't handle it much anymore.
STOP IT! still rings in my head,
but I don't care anymore,
I hate them
and they hate me,
I'd rather be loved by myself,
than to have another love me
just to have them stab me in the back later.
All snakes in the grass... cant even imagine,
what beautiful gardens they lay low in, ready to attack...
And that's all it was,
a backstage brawl,
away from the audiences eyes,
now that would be a show to perform.
Real life.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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