My fallen friend

My brother stuck in a similar fate
Our hearts replacing love with hate
Neither of our lives were great
This is not up for debate
Both our heart beats slowing in rate
Leaving us in a dismal state
We both fell for sorrows bait
A happy life we hoped to create
Both in need of a clean slate
We are crushed by heartaches weight
Our lovers love had no abate
Causing our love in turn to deflate
A mournful soul is not innate
A person's soul is more ornate
In our heads we do berate
How our old lovers intentions of love, were negate