Lose..

A martyr of love,
A segment of grief,
The piece of heart,
broken and torn.

With a life, dead,
staring ahead,
headless, heartless..
Broken and mucked up.

Flow of tears,
heedless of time.
Flow of emotions,
heedless of looks.

Is it all I gain?
Is it all I can do?
Is that all,
that can be done?

Yet, I smile..
I have lost nothing.
He,
he has..
He lost a lot.