You took me in your arms
And we kissed for long years.
You told me you loved me
And you wiped away tears.
Now you have broken hearts
And chosen to forget,
That you ever promised,
Or that we ever met.
I wonder with envy,
How you can move on so,
When I writhe in torment,
Trying to let you go.
If roses lived long,
Would they be called flowers?
If vows were trusted,
Would one count down the hours?
If the seed wasn’t yours,
Would you get to reap it?
If love had a price,
Would I pay to keep it?
I’m sick and tired of feeling sad,
Find random meds that can be had
To get rid of this sordid pain,
To end feeling it like this again.
Maybe cut veins and watch them bleed,
Though would one pain make the other recede?
Why does a face still hold power in me:
Undying love abating futility?
I’ve no need to look on life and smile
It long since had ceased to beguile.
It’s not even passion that boasts a loss –
It’s intimacy, hanging from some cross.
After an age-old, bitter longing for it,
To have it shredded bit by bit.
Shame and embarrassment soon follow
And form such bitter cum to swallow.
It makes me sick.
And covid is scary!
Being more alone makes me more than wary!
I have nothing left, not even my pride;
It seems to have gone for a long ride:
A flight, into another galaxy of stars,
With all of love, hope and their bars.
Fresh out of relationships, I burn;
And no longer wait for their return.
Hearts Still Care 
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