The weight of the heights

Your love, both like Mount Everest and the Mariana Trench, Raising me to heaven, then dropping me to purgatory. See, my love, your words— Like an apple tree that bears no fruit. Your vows— Like the moon, they produce no light. The highs unworthy of the lows, Euphoria failing to match despair. Your beauty like an ocean, But your mind—a tempest in constant churn. I walked through the desert, Searching for you, Fooled by the mirage of your love, Leaving me thirsty, like a snake in the garden chaos looms near my requests are few my demand is peace