Love Is Just a History

Take a sword and strike it through my heart. It won't hurt a bit cause' it's already broken into thousand shards pricking every human existence that surrounds me. I used to have friends, or maybe not. But now I'm more lost than ever. One plays the theatrics of the century, the other the sadist over a lost cause. The trio is incomplete without those marriage conversations that seem to loose their touch. But all I seem to think is of the one that got away.

Was in love.
With a boy.
Who was in.
Well in other guy's arms.

Shifts to his comfort
Sight fixates on double-slits.
Society tells otherwise remember

But...

His intent and high was.
Hanging in some other guy’s bed.

You cry because red roses have thorns. Just like every night has its dawn. Or you rejoice those thorns have red roses. One handed over to you, filled with empty promises. Stings. Ouch. First blood. Cry off. Anguish. Silence… Pitter-patter down your cheeks, tears red in colour as your true lover’s eyes tell lies.

I fell flat on the floor out of the limbo of love, conquered by misery - I am finally letting go. I am in love, but I have fallen out of it. Infinity times deep you lie in slumber within my heart. A train wreck I am, waiting to be unraveled.