The Silver Platter

Love, can be a fool's errand Or a tasteless joke. Love can be a tasteless feeling Spit, swallow or choke

What a terrible joke.

True love is endless Haunting Disgusting And sequentially Re arranging

It will leave the strongest Defenseless

And the motivated Purposeless

Love is proven through sacrifice

I give you my heart My lungs My chest And my soul

I offer my minds eye On a silver platter And you leave me with An empty. Throbbing. Hole.

What the f**k is the point? When love leaves me broken With aching joints.

Weak in the knees With both hands Trembling.

I choose patience For i know

Love, love is endless

And i know i will not love the same Ever again.

Aaron. S. M. Burgess