I haven’t been in love**

I can’t tell you
what it feels like
to have been through
the brightest hue
of your loving pike

But what I can tell you
is how I fell in love
with sadness;
like a dove
reveling in the loss
of her wings-
pure madness.

I can tell you how
it left me broken
with a single vow
softly spoken;
a plea for death
to bring me
my final breath