You Loved I

Without you time falls into disrepair broken and forlorn,

I can feel my body wake in the morn,

Yet I lay writhing on the floor,

Day and night have lost their charm,

Disregard my friend's calls to alarm as I plunge into madness,

For while my tongue is forked in joy it sears in sadness,

I can still weave crowns of praise telling of my obsessive infatuation,

Bloating yourself with my compliments in copious saturation,

And it is all because of my one true love abandoning me,

She betrayed my secret vows leaving me vulnerable and weak,

But as my facade of bravado crumbles I make a solemn pledge,

I will cut out my love's tongue and nail it to her forehead,

To silence her charlatan words as repayment for years of adoration,

Let her mouth be unable to lock with her harlots so that she may reflect instead,

On her transgressions of breaking our relationship's verbal consummation,

Did she forget those words spoken so long ago,

Perhaps I shall brand them onto her brow of flesh not gold,

Let the world know whom you really belong to,

The first and last person you shall ever tell, "I love you."