Love Void

Sitting at my desk, checking my wristwatch,
Your awaited text, had to be in my inbox,
No intimation makes me feel, dislodged,
Losing every piece of love, that I once owned.

You stabbing me? Its called cheating,
He offered you hand, but with dirt on it,
I dint write a doctrine, nor church father,
Yet forgiving for the sins, that you commit.

I am wondering, how you still identical
Scrolling my gallery, or I call it a museum?
Adoring your pictures, gazing at your flesh
Found rusted fungi, I feel like an aecium.

I knew all this long, as vulnerable as it sounds,
Scratching the skin you touched,leaving a scar,
No matter even if it carves me a wound tonight,
I will bear it as ray of hope in a shooting star.

You can't relate all references in my rhymes
They are now scattered all over the place.
As I am trying to rhyme the next prose,
But I know I am already out of this race.