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