THE ADDICTED LOVER LOVE.

I became an addicted lover, 
 not knowing I was seen as a loser, 
  giving all of my self
   and still became selfless 
    trying to be cool
     but end up been a fool.  
      My soul was cold, 
       with heavy frozen ice to hold. 
        The scars in my heart was the memory 
         that manifested an acrimony. 
          My flawless broken heart in pain,  
            with nothing more to gain. 
             Weeping became my hobby, 
              burning inside my body  
               Tears seems to be the paint that stain my face,
                and in sorrow I lost my self. 

                Feeling emotionally I drop my pen  
    that was soak with fuel and about to light up in flame 
 
©Olando D Poet.