Mortal Love
Love is a wrath I face every day
It’s torn me apart, stripped my armor away.
Nothing protects the heart you now hold
Your warmest caress is suddenly cold.
No one to catch it if it were to fall
No net for a cushion...nothing at all.
I await an evident fumble from you
Eventually you won’t care if you do.
The ache of the loss is clear on my face
Something that not even you can erase.
As the cause of such sorrow, it’s easy to blame
But I prefer not giving a name.
How unfair to us both when outsiders press
A love that cannot take such distress.
They’ve broken us down, we cannot revive
A defeated heart – no longer alive.