Lovesick

This whole time I thought you were curing me,

Healing my heart, setting me free,

But like a lovesick fool, I now see,

You were the disease that infected me.

You came with a smile and promises sweet,

Words that swept me off my feet,

But little did I know, in love's deceit,

You were the sickness that I'd soon meet.

The more I gave, the more you took,

Until I was left with an empty book,

All my love, poured into this crook,

Who used it all, like a bandit with no honor or look.

You promised love, but gave me strife,

You promised hope, but took my life,

And in this pain I suffered and cried,

I realized that with you, I'd lost my pride.

For in my innocence, I'd been naive,

I thought your love was what I'd need,

But in reality, my heart you'd bereave,

And left me with nothing but wounds to bleed.

So though at times it still may sting,

The thought of giving you everything,

I know now that you were never the cure,

But the disease that left my heart sore and unsure.

And as I move on, with this heavy heart,

I vow to never again play love's part,

For though it may seem like a work of art,

Love can be the very thing that tears us apart.