True Love Is Suicide

To love and lost is as if death saturates

Corrupting all good to which once blessed

Air turns to acid as this shell becomes hollow

Breaths become mechanical

Mind and body fight for survival

as the soul turns to ash

All’s taken including any reason for life

Once tear soaked cheeks

now dry without emotion

No longer belonging to the one

True love is better left untouched

Broken forever with missing pieces

never found again

Pain accompanies always

never gone

Used to it?

Maybe

Covet it?

Yes

Want it?

No