Ode to mistrust

Oh love,
spiteful
and sickly sweet,
you spoke to me
in the words
that fell
from the tongue
of a childhood dream
that draws breath.

You pierced my heart
through her majestic
mahogany eyes.

You consumed me
with her lips
and smothered me
with her flesh.

Oh love,
you vengeful,
spiteful demon,
you slew me
when you raked
her nails
across
my back.

You conquered me
through her movements
and magic
of her line
and deceived me
with her false breath.

Now
I seek
the strength
to simply breathe
so the wounds
you leave
might close
before
I bleed
to death.

Oh love,
why must
you treat me
with so little respect
or regard?

I know
you will visit me
again
and I fear...

will I ever
be able
to trust
you?