I'm sure we've all felt
every now and then
the way a heart can melt
now and again
but does everyone feel
that one special twinge
that you know cannot heal
it's just pain without end
like an occultist is eating
what once beat true with love
you're so sick of mistreating
and stretching that which should have fit like a glove
when you're tired to death of being unable to care
and you know in your heart, that loves just no longer there.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lleian, in the year 114 MA.