Alas

Alas, she loves me no more.
I shall wither and die
a lonely death without the comfort
or compassion
of her tender kiss.

what once I had seen
as true love unending
will now forever be marked
as a simple illusion.

perhaps a dream
of inner desire,
isolated by own's own
self hatred.

alas, she loves me no more.
it is not that she once did
and stopped loving me
but that she never did
and I finally
came to my senses.