No lover should ever have to ask
Do you love me?
Just as no lover should
Ever have to ask
Can we spend time together?
Such a lover aches
With melancholy
And personal despair
Poor at heart for a long time
Because emptiness says so much
And nothing says everything.
Love dies a slow and painful death
As opposed to flowers
Which whittle away
In a matter of days.
Shock, sadness, anger
And disbelief follow
The gravity of grief
Smashes forever into pieces
Tender truths transform into lies
Resonating explosions
Of romantic annihilation.
You have killed our dream
You with your seductive cutlery
Blades in my back
Arrows buried in my chest
Hands you held
Spill out crimson rivers
Who ran warm for you
Your eyes are for others
Reducing me to
An asphalt soul,
A shattered heart and tears.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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