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.