Divorce

dəˈvôrs

my beloved is

my beloved is 
not the only reaper who 
stalks this battlefield

two divorces might
be regarded as careless
but four seems feckless

i said forever
but what i really meant was
while you still love me

my heart throbs in time
between two eras of love
it is not broken

better hard to love
than easy to abandon
brutal poetry

may my compassion
here at the end of our love
be deep as your rage

one divorce may be
regarded as misfortune
but two seems careless

divorce is the price
half pay so we all can dare
to believe in love

love the stitch that binds
but stitching takes a needle
separation knives

i begged for mercy
but all i heard was silence
while i bled to death