My love for her,
Quite heavy for me,
Back aches, knee aches; this burden too much,
But I carry it nonetheless.
Yet she wants none of it.
Its devastating; quite ironic,
It isn’t mine to keep,
And it’s something I can’t give away; for its not theirs,
It’s hers and hers alone,
But she wants none of it.
None of it,
Not even a single pinch,
Why? Why is it that god felt satisfied,
Giving me something I couldn’t call mine,
Yet only for me to keep,
To break my back, while I scream in agony?
Or my knees decapacitated, while I weep in misery?
Why lord? WHY??
For now, I can still walk,
Till my body falls apart,
Till I can handle my failing heart,
This so called “Love” of mine,
Shall remain.
