Culprit

Humans have, for centuries, battled with love

It’s bittersweet touch, violating our hearts, pulling our souls into darkness

Wars have been fought, families torn apart

All in the name of this fantasy, this illusion of love

We, humans, chase it, long for it, imitate it and play it

This love

This, painful, infamous revel inside our hearts

More blissful than euphoria

Yet, more painful than being torn asunder

All forms of this contemptible emotion, cause pain

None, however worse, than unrequited love.

The sorrow, the empty longing

Pouring all you have, into a sieve,

Trusting, hoping, cherishing, trying, striving

For naught, there was no purpose, no prize

That, more painful that a gunshot, I’d rather choose torture

To give all you have, all your love, your soul, your very essence

To give it all to another, someone your heart screams for, cries for, and pines for

And yet

They take your devotion, smiles on their faces

Paying lip service to your adoration, pretending to feel the same

Using deceit, knowingly or not

They take, consuming all you offer, devouring your fealty with gusto

Then grin, laugh and smirk while they rip apart the illusion

Revealing at long last, it was all a game, all a passing amusement

Announcing to the remains of your former self, you were but a stepping stone

A bookmark to hold their time, a diversion, their brief entertainment

This, unanswered love

Will tear you apart and abandon the shreds without a second thought

Leave you feeling like nothing, believing you are nothing

While they feel nothing, no sorrow, no regret, nothing

Their howling mirth drowning out your lamentations of misery

Forever the sounds will echo, in the depths of your being

Until finally, an angel, a heaven sent protector

Releases you from the chains of agony and despair