What happens when love is distorted and dismantled from the ground up

When those sweet rosy cheeks become sour and black with hate

Love, once the prized delicate floret in the garden of your heart  

Now crushed, beaten, and wrenched from the soil

What happens when love becomes the shattered remains of your glass heart

Glass that only cuts deeper, that only becomes sharper as you try to put back its pieces

The innocent clear perception of life your eyes once held

Now contaminated and smudged with a much more dubious lens

What happens when love is lost, a once familiar face now adrift in a sea of haunted hostility  

Yet, convinced that this marvelous miracle cannot be lost

You dive into that dark abyss in order to find it

Except these are not the calm waters you experienced before

It is as though you are swimming through tar

With every stroke you sink further

With every kick you become slower

Every frantic gulp of that much needed air, now deeper

Until it is too much, and with one swift tug that same bitterness pulls your body under

And with one final conscientious thought you ponder

What happened to love?