Heart Decay
Love is a poison,
A toxic wasteland.
It kills the noise and
It is certainly nothing grand.
It drags you under
Like a riptide,
Slowly drowning you.
Only a few survive.
The few who survive
Are tattered and broken,
Aching, their hearts broken
For the great machine.
Some judge by age,
Others by weight.
I tried to mend my broken heart with tape,
But nothing could mend our broken page.
My heart of ice
Tries to be nice, but it shatters,
And like a broken mirror,
I cast seven years of bad luck.
A golden flame
Most say.
I don’t know why anyone would believe
In this heart decay.
Love will only lead you astray.
A storm cloud
Of broken parts.
Broken hearts
Is all love could ever be.
Love is toxic.
Love is pain.
Love is absolute heart decay.