Complaining Love

It's ok when you disappear and leave me in the dark.
If a word is uttered, I'm wrong from the start.
Anything in the past become as the presents' spark.
Beating me for things that didn't add amusement to our park.

Raising my voice and going silent can't be enough,
to justify the wrists that weren't yours alone to cut.
To burn a landscape, we both built from times of tough.
Diamonds, shinning, now being buried by our current crust.

Am I To be picked up once more with unselfish hands.
Noticed of its flaws, still easily not truly loved again?

Only to be used as that rug you need to throw away.
That attention you didn't want to pay.
A facade because your intent was never to stay.
A rebound tossed, like a memories' fade.

I'm not selfish, I despise evil and all its ways.
We are allowed to live on this planet, I try to survive this dead haze.
The universe warns me, hope has me in a crazed daze.
Love embodies me, holding on while it beats my face.

Stomps my heart while tormenting the soul.
An unquenched thirst, no water for the dog's bowl.
I drown in its rain while freezing in an emotional cold.
Forced suicidal steps skip to the pain in this mold.

Love, I'm done complaining.

                                      Alexander Sanders