why is love a dagger in the heart?
it stabs, then twists, tearing it apart.
it causes pain as a practiced art.

the anguish inside makes me cry out.
i sit and sob; i don’t merely pout.
betrayal holds me down, no way out.

now the slightest touch fills me with fear,
whispers of doubt and despair fill my ear.
no one will love you is all i can hear.