With piercing words, she deemed me immature,
My love an obsession, my heart impure,
"Beautifully broken," she labeled me,
A project not hers, a lover not to be.

In my anger, I called her cruel and heartless,
Blind to my love.

Now I keep my heart in a box,
Tucked away, locked with sturdy locks,
Down the hatch goes the drugs,
Washed down with booze, my soul it tugs.

Never to be sober, never to feel,
The pain of love, the sting of its real,
I drown in my sorrow, in my own despair,
Hoping for love, but not willing to dare.

© inkedNivek