Love.

Love is a disease amongst the weak,
praying on the shy, doting on the meek.
Love is nothing,
and nothing is easy,
and how did i make you so sleazy?

Love is a game, and i give you all the blame.
Love is a tool;
cruel manipulation.
Love makes you a fool;
awful sedation.

Love is in your bones,
and love will be in my stones;
throw them hard and wish you away
fucking horror - cared to betray.

I won't love; need worry not,
I've learnt what it feels to have you as a clot.
But I do wish you'd care enough to say;
you lost your capacity for love once upon a day...