Since its inception, Love has been cursed
making men miserable, with undying thirst.
The women they find and care for so much
serve only to ruin like a malfunctioning crutch.

But I will walk on, with my hobbled heart.
ever moving forward, sanity ripped apart.
The feelings I have cannot be denied,
the beauty they hold helps me to decide
with whom I should share my innermost thought
of a forest of lies, where truth must be sought....

I wake up to the grey hue of the silent morning, the other half of the bed is cold, desolate. Another morning alone, I think to myself, as I slowly urge the lower half of my body to slide out over the side of the bed and sit myself up.
Coffee is a must. I stand up, with effort, and plod my way to the kitchen. All the while, the thoughts of past relationships, mostly sad ones, flitter through my head. I pick up the bag of Dark Sumatra coffee purchased from the shop down the street and prepare...