Never Again



Inside it feels like I’m dying, my fragile heart is once again hurting.
I wish I could give it to someone who, of my love, is deserving.
I want to shake my fist at God because he gave me this trusting heart.
I think it was meant for someone who could handle a painful discard.
All I wanted was a soulmate. A man that I thought loved me too.
He did not want the love that I offered. I could sense when ,from me, he withdrew.
I turned a blind eye. I trusted again that this time was real.
Then I saw glimpses behind the mask, the inevitable Jekyll and Hyde reveal.
Why did this happen? Why didn’t God stop it? This lesson is too much for me.
There should be a love investment clause, a "Get your heart back" guarantee.
Instead I must cry and work through the pain. It makes me not want to trust.
I look at the way I gave my heart, and I can't help shake my head in disgust.
If I had one wish that I could have granted it would be to have never met him.
I should have not given my heart at all because it seems like, in love, I can’t win.

Randy McPeek