Heart-Ache

a heart that loves is a heart that burns,
a heart thats alone is far better off,
no cure for a heart ache no one ever learns,
you just wish you diddn't and continue to hack and cough.

sub-contious needles peirce your lungs,
you lose your breath and slowly stammer,
it's as if their speaking in forain tounges,
you lose your grasp on basic grammer.

your heart and soul disintegrate,
you belive inside it's not your fate,
you love them still and welcome death,
you know that it's your last breath.

others get close,
all that's needed is a dose,
blinded by rage,
watching through tears,
locked in a cage,
not able to hear.

I hate this feeling,
sure you talk,
it's the worst in the world,
being in love is a horrible shock.

                                                                                               I HATE LOVE!