No Love

With naive heart I lie in pain
Upon my soul, a dark and bloody stain
My mind a dungeon full of angst and fear
Resentment and conflict my only way clear

I look back with rosy eyes
Though not long before I hear the cries
A path so true and pure
I tried so hard to make her the cure

Now alone with empty heart
Disconnected, I know not where to start
I know the hard part is yet to come..
Forced to be my own son

Update: 27/03/09
To explain this one (because really, who should have to ponder the meaning of poetry? LOL) my recent breakup had really done a huge number on me.. So much so I started writing emo poetry and started an “art piece” which featured a broken heart.. yeah, I know.

The forced to be my own son thing came from me having to take care of myself and sort my shit out, as opposed to perpetuating juvenile mistakes.. not from disassociative identity disorder (multiple personalities) – I’m just a gemini, ok?