The Descent of Love

I need a home tonight. I need a peace returned; one that was taken from me. This day is too heavy to bear alone. I am weary and my body so crushed by the weight of unmet expectations that every bone fears turning to dust.

When did all this love descend to become such hate?

Tomorrow seems too far away to draw strength from. And all my prayers and dreams are already spent on someone else. I have nothing to give to me and no one to share this burden with. Forever saw me today and made me feel invisible again before turning her back on me.

When did all this love descend to become such cowardice?

If we accept the love we think we deserve then please save me from myself. I am my worst enemy. This is the price of believing in another more than myself and giving them power over me. If trust is no man’s land today then pain is the only way through this disease.

When did all this love descend to become such harm?