I'm the suicidal driver within my life
love comes and goes, who's holding the knife?
Cutting ties with my past as none sufficed
to become the most dazzling treasure, my wife.
I'm not saying I give up, but trice paid the price
my heart's poor and can't afford all the mights
the has been's and could Be's, deemed contrite
this write is a fight just to clear my mind.
Wrong is wrong, for love isn't strong
I've  manifested this thought in many a poem
in many a dreamed song the opus burned
set ablaze what my heart strummed in every note strung
in every beat stomped on the ground, they succumb
to the darkest of places, void of my conscious, they run
to the wonderful darkness of tragic rays of sun
the countdown to its demise has begun.........

I never sabotaged any relationship
love is a war, every battle, I wept
loss soldiers in memories saying that it's over
another life is gone, bad blood runneth over........

I've lived this enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
perhaps I'll melt away like sun to snow, learning, yet again, another lesson
perhaps my star is shared with many women, should I care? Should I really seek to know?
I'll answer those questions just read read a bit further, sorry but like love I have to go.......