A sad bit of truth

My husband used to be so bad about staying in the computer all day and night and not very much time with me. I hope you enjoy it and please, don't be afraid to leave a comment.

Morning comes well it always does
my only place of happiness
still burns, it'll be in ruins
before its all said and done.
This shadow of dark matter
needs to disappear
or else everything will be gone.
My only only heart is corrupt
with anger and hate, but why?
Why am I so mad? So jealous?
It's just an inanimate object,
it doesn't breath.
But yet, his attention
is more on it than me.

Author's Note

Please excuse any grammatical errors or the fact that only one line rhymes in this entire piece. I'm pretty sure that none of the lines have the same amount of syllables, either.