I close my eyes and memories of our love
Flash through my mind,as I open them
Fading and out of reach almost blurry
They seemed. I live in the present
Now, to the reality of a dark place
In which victims of love walk with
Regret, I sleep on a bed made out of
My own tears. Damped by my sorrow and
Pain, my heart covers itself with
Regret and shame never to open itself
To the precious gift of love but curse
Thee for its downfall. A feeling
Like no other, a gift essential to our
Existence and our everyday being but
Holds its own cross. Something so
Beautiful but yet so painful. Viral it is
And a blessing as well, it made me
who I am, it brought me to life, worth
Living and fighting for "love" a gift and curse in itself.