The hurt of love

The hurt of love
outweighs happiness-

hurt. being such a foreign
feeling
in love sticks
out
like red wine on
a white dress.

cheeks once full of laughing
color
pale to an ice cold
complexion
as over time the once
soft-pretty face
becomes beautiful stone.

unwilling- maybe even unable to
give emotion.

for why indulge
in the sweet
nectar of love
opening those foreign doors
deep within herself
freely delivering every.
smile. laugh.
intimate secrets.
every - thing.
only to have the doors
slammed shut.

echoing rejection
in
a once perfect world-

wait. take off the rose
colored lenses-

perfection fades
as new love
into cold.
isolating
silence