Weakness

Love is nothing but a weakness,
A strange sort of emotion,
Putting up to the test
Your strength and your devotion.

It feels good for the first little bit
While you're hoping it will last.
But then you just go and sit,
As you watch it walk right past.

Then, every time you see it come
You struggle to hide the tears.
You cry and cry till your hurt is numb
And hope escape is near.

Every day, it happens again,
And you wish it could just stop.
It's just so hard to endure this pain.
This and death, I'd swap.

Then, one sunrise,
There's a different feeling.
Something so familiar, but filled with lie.
And in that moment, you realize you're done healing.