My Next Lover

Losing a lover feels like losing your heart,
Except losing a lover only tears it apart.
And all that is left is brittle yet beating,
Despite that it relentlessly insists on bleeding.
But I’d carry that broken heart into war,
The war is love, it’s what I came here for.
For my God is love, and he’ll never leave,
And my real lover’s out there, I just need to believe.