People tell me all the time:
"You fall in love too quickly.
You will always end up hurt."
And they are right.
But not the way they think.
I have love at first sight all the time.
But not like on the screen.
My first thought is never,
"God, I want to be with him."
Instead there is a soft, sympathetic
Piece of me
That goes out to everyone I meet.
A piece of me that would be willing
To give my beating heart to a stranger.
Because I was cursed with a love,
A love that has no reason.
And so the heartbreak
Comes not from a broken romance.
But because my heart is willing
To give itself away
And is broken to find
No one else is willing to do the same.