Men came near and swore they’d stay, certain they had found their way. They sought my heart with burning eyes as if I held their lost sunrise… But every time I loved them too, every time my feelings grew, the fire that burned within their chest began to fade and lose its zest. No cruel words. No slammed goodbye. Just emptiness behind the eye. The hands that once reached out for mine grew colder with the passing time. I’ve learned the curse. I know it well. I’ve watched it work its silent spell. They beg for love. They dream it true, Then something dies when I love them too.
