Cut  bleeding and wounded deep. My heart bears the marks of yet another broken promise. Though I am worn and weary, I will not give up hope. I have fought this battle before and I will live to fight another day. In matters of love I am often wounded and left on the field for dead. It seems that I am open to betrayal because I love so deeply. With each heart break I have new battle scars to give testament to my attempt of trying to find  a lasting love. So in the light of a new day, I will bind my emotional wounds. I will patch up the holes left in my life and move forward, bearing the battle scars to remind me that love is not without sacrifice and that it is worth the fight as I go on looking for love another day.