THE ADDICTED LOVER

By Sam Eldone

I became an addicted lover,
not knowing I was seen as a loser,
giving all of my self
and still became selfless
trying to be cool
but end up being a fool.
My soul was cold,
with heavy frozen ice to hold.
The scars in my heart were the memory
that manifested acrimony.
My flawless broken heart in pain,
with nothing more to gain.
Weeping became my hobby,
burning inside my body
Tears seem to be the paint that stains my face,
and in sorrow, I lost myself.
Feeling emotional I drop my pen
that was soaked with fuel and about to light up in flame