Little Things in Life

Cruel Love

I hope you don't mistaken

my altruistic love for narcissism.

Your name my only identification,

your love Renaissance classicism. 

Broken hearts stitched together,

for two is stronger than one.

Your arm's are my haven's tether, 

so your pain's my own, hon. 

Don't you know love looks not with the eyes,

but with the mind; 

And therefore is wing'd 

Cupid painted blind.

Take away my wound with your gun: 

my heart your only captive. 

Rather see the dark cover the sun, 

than see your love inactive. 

Sullied my pale, white hands, 

and sealed the envelope called fate.

My smile too antithetical when love lands, 

this blood love mistaken with hate.