Every sweet melody
Is a bitter reincarnation.
Every lovely tune,
A sad reminder.

This pain tarries in my heart.
Love—life’s overrated motif:
A flame yearning for more,
Burns the hand when touched.

To know what love’s
Is to know the sound
Of a shattering heart,
The wound of cupid’s arrow.

I am envious of those
Who have not felt love.
Maybe now I will rest
My heart. For how long,
I do not yet know.