Whoever said “love don’t cost a thing” lied
Cause, when you
Add up the broken heart of the whole
With each shatter, fragment multiply the tolls
Combine that with every tear shed
Factor in every hollow word
Then increase all the confusion
Triple it with empty promises
Double the dimensions of deceit
The ache plus infinity
Credit now ruined
Love equals debt
April is National Poetry Month, and for the 30 days of April, I will write a poem each day.