That Awful Love

That awful love
Washing across you
Hopelessly so sudden
Leaving and returning
Like angry passion
Like healing lust
Such an awful love
Which chews through all attempts
To communicate or chat
Each attempt obliterated
Filling silences with regrets

That awful love
Drawing the face downward
Pulled taut by a miserable heart
Floating on a reserve of tears
Like an emaciated castaway
Like a scorned orphan filled with forgiveness

That awful love
Which weighs only on the wretched
With the onus of past bliss
With the shredded memories of simple days
And vigorous nights
To sleepy mornings desperately wished
To never pass onto noon.