It took 5 heart breaks, 178 lonely nights,
late night fights
a river full of tears
for her to realize she was a hopeless romantic
She tried to hold on to men who were emotionally unavailable
but physically attentive
She believed in love
But love seemed to always elude her
Leaving her picking on her old scars
She hid behind this massive wall of pain
Secured by her insecurity, others tried to get over it, while she kept on building it
No one could get over it
As they told her to “just get over it”
Never tending to her scars
But sharping their tongues to dig deeper into
her scars
Until she became scared of being loved
Not knowing what longevity was
so she settled to fantasy
Chasing love
which always turned out to be an illusory