Love is a broken record

It is easier to let blood flow from the veins,
Than to share the love with another.

Broken hearts are inevitable,
Yet we all crave the chance to see if we can hold it as long as we can.

We look back at lost chances,
Hoping we could just go back and say the right words or be there at the right time.

We spend a lifetime trying to save ourselves with the love of another,
Only to miss the ones we lost.

Your other that is there to love you,
Shows love but looks back like you.

When does the cycle break?
When the cold steel hits the skin?
When the pills finally allow you to sleep?
When the bullet flies and takes you with it?

Love is a broken record,
I do know of one love yet it's hard to keep it in view.
God's love.

If only we could find someone who loves us like that.