My soul

What is a soul, is it a personality?
A conscience,or morality?
Mine seems made of weakness and hope.
There's no room for concern
Even when you might get a burn

When you lose the functionality
Whose is it's principality?
Those cosmic Jesters say "Nope".
what can you ever learn?
when is it gonna be my turn?

Don't take the dare-
But then, why even care?
The two of you can just elope.
For me there once was a helping hand.
Traded she did for some other brand.

If I had mad such a boner,
Quickly told I'd be a loner.
When you call it a simple grope.
There once was a day so happy in life.
Now I wonder why call yourself wife?

You twisted my soul with this madness.
All I have left is my soulful sadness.
Was it nice to caress their every slope?
I sit here pretending metaphorical blindness.
All I required was loving, kindness.

Requirements were never met.
So I am losing you, safe bet.
Why, ever on earth I deign to hope?
That you might open your eye, see.
I shall never contently be.

Even though you know It's all rot.
The two of you share one cot.
like a disease infested antelope.
I wonder how you care none at all?
Will there be a ceremony in fall?

Affectionate attention was all I craved.
"I thought you were okay!" you raved.
Unto me like some doctor's stethoscope.
Clinically cold you see no wrong.
With them the heat is all night long.

The pain
My brain
you cope
My sin
Your win