If This is Love...

 

No, I can not sleep. 

I can not cease the tears, streaming

You, I am sure, are knocked out, 

In our bed or on our couch. 

I, Alone again in my mothers bed; 

Heart a weeping mess, tears drenching my face and pillow case. 

It is the loneliest feeling in the world. What you have left me with here in our love. 

There are not enough words for it; they fall frivolous to the loss, 

Taking with it my hope, 

My strength, 

My will. 

If this is love, 

Then what need of I for Hell?