Literature
A Perished Love.
If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .
Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
with each
lying
word
you breathe into my ears.
But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?
Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished
into oblivion,
Never to be touched by
any soul again.
Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.
Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.
For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.