Worse Than the Disease

I thought loneliness would eat me hollow,
Empty as a brittle shell
Leaving me to beg and borrow,
Who’d have thought you would as well?

I feared the worm of grief would never still,
A writhing pain inside my chest
Never thinking a greater ill
Would pose a harsher test

In my hunger and my need,
You taught me what it’s like to bleed
Took my heart and ground it fine,
Savoring my tears like wine

Why is love a two-edged sword?
To cut me deep with every word
Promises that flirt and tease,
The cure is worse than the disease

So there you go and I’m what’s left,
Sorrier than when I was without
The jilted lover, now bereft
But better off without a doubt

In time the sore and lonely heart,
Will find its way to kinder hands
Choose love wisely from the start,
For wolves are mindful of the lambs