Dear Love

Dear Love,

For many long and torturous nights,
I held on to a love so tight,
a love I thought was just right...
but in essence became the fear in my night.

He held my hand and took my heart,
kissed my soul in a tender art,
I knew we could never be apart,
yet...I was wrong from the start.

The pain became the epitome of my life,
stress and tears were extremely rife,
my heart and mind now in strife,
it all took to my soul like a sharpened knife.

So, alas, I wondered upon my mistake,
trying to be what I couldn't fake,
and died in my grief and engrossing ache,
the cause of death: heartbreak...