Jaded love is like a hangman's noose around your throat,
Always pulling tighter since it was cast without warning,
Choking off any response to defend your honor and pride,
Words of hate spew forth to form the thirteen knots of fate,
Not wanting death, I'm kept alive slowly suffering each day,
Words like the strand of rope sear into my flesh burning hot,
Each one aimed at cutting off your breath, life hanging in limbo,
Love hurts so it is told, death is quicker by far, pull the rope now,
Should I have been more aware, cross words, a disagreement, is-
A point of view not well taken, a subject not open for discussion,
Were they leading me up the stairs, senses blinded by my love-
Of whom I though was my life's blood, yet betrayed me obviously,
Jaded love left me in the hangman's noose barley touching ground,
Cutting myself down yet the noose is still in place albeit not as tight,
Love turning to hate, like an albatross continually reminding me of fate,
The rope and it's scares have instilled in me a conscious fear of love,
Finding newfound love, will my fear be overcome, or the rope be pulled,
Shall I enter into discussions, voice an opinion, broach a subject taboo,
Reveal feelings deep inside, be reviled for doing so, noose pulling again,
Pain can be medicated, loss of breath again will surely be my demise,
Always dangling precariously above the hangman's platform swinging-
Someone has the rope in their hands but it's not I, no control for me,
Loosen the noose, I shall give what you want, honor, pride cast aside,
Hangman's noose at the ready, do as you wish, make it quick this time.
