Love Hurts. Poem by Derrick Andrews

My love, I've been trying to halt this regression,
But all of our bickering's forging depression.
You said you've been thinking that I'm not what's best,
And now I'm so hollow, so hurt in my chest...

I feel like you've ripped out my heart and my soul,
Without you I'm heartless, I'm helpless and cold.
I hate what's been happening, I hate how this started.
My rage would grow fiercely if you'd departed...

But I feel like it's happening, out of control,
I feel the hate growing, I'm feeling so old.
This demonic possession is taking me down,
I'm dying inside, and love's just a noun.

With that I'll disperse, since you're looking for better,
I'll leave you my heart, with a suicide letter.