If evolution
is all that we think it is,
then why are the feelings
towards the one you love
a thing?

Or could it be
slowly killing those most vulnerable,
let alone the easily-wounded,
those effortlessly broken into mortal shards,
leaving the cold-hearted,
those with the walls far up too high to reach,
those immune to such torment?

Maybe evolution
is truly all that we think it is,
and perhaps I'll be gone
way too soon
for my liking.