Destroy me

I have the curse of closeness to you
for my advise,
no matter how correct,
will always be rejected out of hand.

I don't quite know how to say this:
You are killing me.
There is a fortune in the fact
that you waited so long to reveal yourself.

Now the store house is depleted,
and the ice is wearing thin,
destroying what you didn't understand begot the win.

Despite the carefully constructed 'way'
I felt the break of a few guidelines for the pleasure of 'love'
Love, as if it is a tangible thing.
As if it does any good to the progress of truth and worth.
For all my observations 'love' has been the down fall of every successful ambition for humanity.
But I digress,

You would think
that after riding around in my skull for so long
I would have figured out how to quell your destructive need.
You only feed on the things I work so hard to achieve.
Just,
Please,
let me have the things that bring me happiness
without rusting at the foundations of it.