Slightly

A chemist of things, specifically of love, Even tenders, of dying flames, Show resiliency, before there death. But my heart, seemingly finds dread. We ask to be with someone, as if seeking permission, to decay there heart, Verbal is binding, So if oaths are in marriage, then I love you is condemning, And divorce is my plea? Where do lost souls, of hexed lover's,go from here? Here being a blood thick, wasteland of unspoken hearts, I've given my all! Enough patience,to make it fell unjust. No experience deserve non compassion, but empathy left unchecked, Is self destruction. Nothing can reveal,a good soul. So please find your true self, Never surrendering you, For another to hold.