Hurtful Words

Please tell me what’s the use in loving you. I know you’ll never be mine. Each time I come away from you my heart’s broken by careless words that work their rue, driving me back in pain to waiting wine. Hurtful words that seem so like sharp thrown darts. Weakly, I have forgiven you each day. Hate, love splinters me into many parts. No resolve, loathing self, I have no spine. Oh God in heaven I’m lost what’s the way. She’s queen of Devil arts.