directed by me

frame by frame, you would walk by
past vaudeville and after
the color never came, nor did sound
text was shown every so often
"why am i here"
"this wasn't what i wanted"
"what the fuck is wrong with me"
the reel had skipped many scenes these 6 years
the moments of happiness
cheer, glee, and love
were not there
i wrote happiness
i wrote love
this was my script and i had directed this
where is my creation?

drink by drink, you would cross my mind
you were my star
the great romantic
heart warming
sensual
perfect
i never thought i could write you to be happy
but couldn't direct you.
my great romance
my all to real tragedy
the romance with no love
the lips with no smile
the heart without me
this was our film but this was my mistake.

you didn't mind so much.

in this case only,
the sequel's are better anyways