Hide Me, Unsought

Hide me because Love, you believe, is hideous because temptations feed your cravings and scrolling sinners seek solo.  Feign a facade, fix a fantasy, build bull and call it your life. The devil rejoices on broken bonds making merry of many mourns - the mockery you mold over matrimony. Hide me, And unheed me.  Hide me, then ease the sting by strewing petals plucked from the flowers of farce, forced feelings. It's ok to hide me because the hole metamorphs into the comfort of oblivious and the last time a hide,  when the heart hardens, and you get to seek me, I won't let you find me.