LOVE FATIGUE

I prayed to God to block my eyes from seeing true love
But what I continuously felt was an infection of affection
I’ve reached a point of no more move
And I’ve seen expiry of love
I’m tired
I’m torn
I’m weary
I’m enslaved
I’m bitter of
Tasting the sweet sweat of slaying love
I still have some sense of
Hope to stay put
But I can’t stay in the boot
That long
With wrong
A decision that dehydrated feelings
And emotions of adoration
I got no more strength to
Add stains of hope
Because I won’t elope
I’ll hang myself up with a rope
Even the Holy pope
Will not manage to mope
Out this traces of agony
Of this slaying phony
Love
I’ll wear a new glove ?
I’ll be deaf for their rumbling
In spoiling
My zest to love
I’ll move on
To call the vassal
Of optimism using a vessel
Please let me be
As the tone of love sounds like a bee ?
To me now
I know
This is love fatigue
I can’t see; it’s vague
Since the dish of love has been
Cracked
And everything on it
Is leaking.