Sickened Soul

“Feel the bitter Pain, and taste the stark Betrayal!” my sickened soul screamed to me!

My pure Love had been destroyed, much like a vase thrown against a brutal, uncaring wall.

All the things I had given, disregarded; My very heart felt as if it were made of tungsten!

My blood is toxic, my body recoiling from the venom; This is an obstacle that I could not stall.



The hardest part was not saying that it was through; That was knowing that I still loved you!

Bittersweetly, the venom brewed in my veins; Completely, I knew, I had to take concrete action.

My insides felt twisted and corrupt; The end of something great had come, quite abrupt!

Today would be the first, and last, day of this; Sick to my stomach, my thoughts gained traction.



Shocked and surprised, she had realized; A mirror only sees its true face upon reflection!

She begged, and she pleaded; Yet with my heart in tatters, my compassion could not be kneaded.

Casually tossed, like a spent cigarette; And yet, still convinced that everything was alright!

Disgusted, I left it alone; Convinced that I was not fair, I hope this lesson from me is closely heeded.



A strict warning, from a veteran; Love is a battlefield, with severe casualties all around!

The whims of another can crush you like the tiniest bug, yet caress you gently like a newborn child.

Pick your battles, and fight your wars; But never blindly love, pitching pearls before boars!

Control your passion, and remain ever mild; Or else, prepare for your emotions to run ever wild.