Sore In Love

I watch myself

Unravel

Slowly, like some doomsday clock

Helpless and hopeless

Betraying my love

For a few tiny words

So low,

I crawl at the feet of a Queen

Who is neither a Queen

Nor fit to be one

I am small and insignificant

Looking for love 

Always and ever

Until all the cracks

Have formed

And the new Ice Age is upon us