I beg you to love again

Look at the start

I resist the urge to pick up the phone and call.

Because all I would do is break.
Echo an ache.
Grateful for a curse.

Your eyes will now always be cold.
Our memories will fade.
Understanding has passed us by.

Think again my love
Our love is not yet dead

Life is cruel
Our hurts forgotten, as
Vexed as you are with my cries
Eloquence is hard to achieve with words

And I shall whimper Gaining nothing but a fresh hurt And as for my heart, It shall cry, Nothing more than tears of blood.