Love is a fragile flower opening to

the warmth of spring which leads to

being closed by my constant tears drowning

everything in a sea

of eternal darkness.

 

You wiggled yourself through the cracks

of my walls surrounding my heart of glass.

But now here you stand, who knows

where this new road will take us

behind these ancient walls of despair.

 

Your eyes bore into my deep blue orbs of lifelessness

which always seem to cast an

everlasting curse that you can

never escape from.

This abiding blasphemy lasts for eternity.

 

I would say that I’m sorry, but

we both know that deep down

that it’s a lie.

For that is a sin and I shall

not pay for your mistakes.