Love is a social construct,
An empty train to conduct,
A missile set to self-destruct,
A faint light, by trees, obstruct.
A forest of unknowing,
Lies are of the showing,
In the trees, blowing,
A struggle is ongoing.
It will be the end,
All made up, pretend,
No way to defend,
No longer a friend.
Causing you strife,
Haunting your life,
Were husband and wife,
Now a blunt knife.
Useless, neglected,
*****, infected,
All memories collected,
No longer respected.
Life isn't simplified,
This relation long has died,
Told and forced to take a side,
No rules left to abide.
Slashed and yelled to go away,
Waiting like a sitting prey,
Filled of an emotional buffet,
Soon to become a vicious fray.
This surely can't be right,
Wasn't supposed to cause a fight,
Grasping for thin rays of light,
In the darkness of the night.
Impossible to find,
They say love is blind,
But I was defined,
By a tightly closed mind.
They said this was our time ahead,
Chose not to listen to what they said,
I was fatefully filled with dread,
On the floor, my soul had bled.
They have nothing left to say,
No one there for my dismay,
Just needing someone to come stay,
I'm left, lodged in this cliche.
Only destruction in its wake,
Love isn't blind, but love is fake,
Nothing to give, just wanting to take,
Until it drives you to finally break.
Love is a social construct,
An empty train to conduct,
A missile set to self-destruct,
A faint light, by trees, obstruct.