Conditions of Old Love

Let me reach into my heart and make you feel my condition.
My heart bleeds for attention for your touch.
It beats slower from your fatuous affliction.
My body wants your whispers to sneak and caress every inch of its brownness.
Not just allowing you to smack my asses roundness.
As my smile turns upset down, you never notice my soul crying from within
begging for your everlasting words of romance.
You whisper words of aggravation that sheds agony to my very existence.
Then, you act of lost times and painless emotions.
I thought we were passed these conditions of old love.
I guess not...Well, must I shed 10,000 tears of blood before my inner rage spills out!
Break every decorative dish until this great white ferocious fish bites!
Why must I fight for love? Why must I scream for joyous moments?
Why must I beg for more of your internal beauty?
Have I lost touch of what love REALLY feels like?
I stare in the mirror hating the person looking back from the conditions of old love...