Our Love Is Bruising

Sharp pains from my wounded heart now knows my name.
This truth stares into my eyes in disgust, my peace is lost.

Our love is bruising.
Its wounds are patches on the walls of my heart.
I feel more pains when sweet memories claim my sight;
These fantasies heal no wounds.
Where now is your smile?
My head throbs as I watch your smile wrapped as a gift to another; it was once mine.
Like analgesics, it eased my pains.
In its absence, I am a castle of distress.

Our love is bruising.
The warmth in your eyes now
Hides its face; I see it no more.
The times I would hold your waist
And draw you close to my bosom
Are now buried in history's grave;
Its epitaph is dust, blown away by the wind.

Our love is bruising.
Our sugary kisses are now bitter pills,
I hunger not for your lips anymore.
When this wound is healed, I shall kiss again.

Our love is bruising.
The comforts in your words are dead.
The carcasses have no place of rest.
My ears are shut; they shan't honor your words.
When this wound is healed, I shall listen again.

Our love is bruising.
Today, I shall return the hands of time.