Supplemental love,

Hearts in disconnect.

 

Words are as useless as

Pain shattered glass and

 

Red wine stains on white carpet are like

Heartbreaks in silence.

 

Truths are hidden, my

Existence threatened.

 

But nothing matters to a

Useless soul.

 

And to begin again is

To have faith but it is empty.

 

Ice has frozen the intentions and faith has flown.

My soul is ringed in sorrow.

 

More solitary thoughts fester and

Infect my mind telling me

 

It is better to be alone, no,

Not better, easier.

 

Less hurt, less disappointment

No more love, or hurt, or me.

I don’t want to go there

Not again…