Love to the tea

love’s tea has been much but a remedy,
in the eyes of many wanderers and in the hands of eager men,
love has damaged and torn,
through the core of what life holds most precious for itself,
love is guilty,
And should be charged with an offense punishable by hate,
love is not an feeling but merely an outcry,
A cry of loneliness and fear,
love is empty, 
like the finished tea cup left with the residue of pure grunge,
love has no use anymore.