Philophobia

I love her but she loves me not in return, I truly care for her but she only gives me a heartburn, My commitment to her bears no fruits, She just cares less like arthritis, Data warning worries her more than I do, She even forgot that we both said yes I do, Our vows are now a thing of the past. The best shared memories are now fantasies, The sizzling love we shared is now thrown beyond seas, I was then the love king in her jungle, She even gave me a promise bangle, And assured me of till death do us apart love, How could I have doubted with her innocence of a dove? Or do doves even know how to lie? So am here now, heartbroken and hurt, On my head is a large baggy hat, It covers my eyes and makes my tears unnoticed, Am still amazed how things have now unfolded, But again,I have learnt it a hard way, I will never again in love fully sway, If it means to love again, I will do it with my oesophagus, So that when it gets bitter, I will swallow it. ©Poet Igweee.