Worded Bearing of Soul

Writing my heart in worded bearing of soul
A prose rambling of emotion taking
Love from ecstatic jubilation
To a spiraling depth of pained consuming

There seems to be no ordinary everyday
Where I reside in contentment’s living room
Instead days that tease with love everlasting
Only to end with a plunge into misery’s basement

Why do I continue to lay my heart open
In fairytale hope there will be a happy ending
My only answer is to live in an actuality
Of love never returned would be my heart’s demise