I have mastered the art of hating
Only for the hope
That someone will love again

Because love is a simple illusion...
An empty tragedy
Roaring in the hearts of strangers,
In the face of desire

My disbeliefs will get me killed
But there’s no such thing as love

If you choose to love
You lose your soul
To whom it once wholeheartedly  belonged  

You say you are full of love
I say you are deceitful...
Beautiful to destruct

Your love is
Intense feelings of deep affections
Those are what I call lifeless sorrows
Unforgettable pain

To whom you give hope
In the name of love

You are one of the many flowers that blooms
Yet you stand bold
Bright
And still

Still vase
Still vivid
Still striking

Chaos and order
Your call

Love and despise
Your cast

You rise
Brush the destruction
And all that is left of you is
A single corolla

...In my mind

I might seem a bit mystic but I’m good at heart

A small garden rakes over my eyes and a head digging in and scrapping away

She says,

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson red,
And dripping every seed on the ground
It’s ripe and over-full,

My dissatisfied heart,
My heart it is more human than I,
More than life itself

Often
My heart cries but my eyes are dry,


And behold my friend
This is what I call my brief tragedy of flesh
Tragedy of life

My very demise

The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life

My heart is so heavy over losing you
I have not been able to make sense of this
I just know that this is all wrong
My existence craves you like no other, and to think I might have lost you
Is grievous
I am completely and utterly lost
I am open bare as each day passes and with you I have lose myself whole
I am filled with insurmountable grief
Over you…over us
I clutch to my very bed you stray so far away from
I have woken up dismayed
plagued by homesickness in my very home
I am turning on myself over the loss of you
My heart is no longer my own
Appalled and vengeful over my soul
Every beat of my heart belongs to you as if you were the very essence that gives life to my being
My heart is with you
In your name, blazing full of you
And I too, my love