Where It Lies

How do you do it?

Mask the hurt so proficient—

not a single stain of guilt or pain

in your eyes.

All the lost thoughts

spilling from my lips in a borderline deluge

between a pith of anguish,

and the memories of love.

Yet love is the pit of our empathy,

a wandering gluttonous hole within our adult hearts.

Where it hides it incites violence, not passion

chumming it’s promise upon the hooks of wanton lures

Love cajoles its prey

with all it cannot deliver,

then abandons those whom it fails for another

Here is your love—

all of your worth upon its cracked lips

Love is vile

Love is evil

Love, is true hate