Rejection

There is a tightness in my chest,
because repeatedly I've been put to the same test.

Torturing me over and over again,
I'm longing now for emissary vein.

How much longer should I maintain optimism,
it just wants to carry on to pessimism.

It's a wound that won't stop bleeding,
but still showing gratitude and I'm still breathing,
for how longer should I except defeating.

I've been tested to love, but she won't love me back.
I've been tested to be shoved,
but thereafter I can't remain in place for walking upright on that track.

I've been tested counting down the list of all Woman whose affection
was unreturned.
But this list is yet far from having a cut to be undeterred.

Thereof I'm asking myself again"
Does true love really exist ?
Today I still would say yes, cause I've been able norishing my list.