So, what of love, I fret

knowing I must not have it right, yet

Tormented to blue so much

with all this passion and such

Tempted to seek apathy as spare for the pain

but that’s like believing a wish could stop the pouring rain

Love pounds down, strips to bare our most fragile part

to ache, to burn, to rip apart

 The bleeding makes it real

our humanity should make us feel

As a species it’s this, that is unique

from our very first day, love is what we seek

But how can I survive; stay alive

when this inner conflict never subsides

Love, so brutal, is slowly killing me

but without this war of self, only an empty shell I’d be

So, what of love, always spilling from my pen

Let me know you, love, I beg you again