Ephemerality of love

[Heart by resurgere @ deviantart, I couldn't have done a better job ;)]

I do not know why I insist on writing love poems. They are always burned. Words so powerfully diminished by whatever reason... feelings smashed by the hammer of non-reciprocity, implicit thoughts infesting the nest of beauty like cockroaches, the worms make their way deep into the earth of my soft and easy-to-play-with heart, the dark trance manifests its beats in my pulse, my life-partner, she's gone, again.