"I slept with you to see if I would feel something,
because I wanted to,
and I didn't."
twenty-two syllables
and eighteen words
that was all it took for you to enter the annals
of all of the bastards
who have used and abused my deeply wounded heart
further compounding the damage that has been there from the start
how am i meant to get closure from that
when there's no reason, or in fact,
any black box to recover
or mistake from which to learn
all that there is is a breaker
of hearts and worse of trust given, not earned
the conclusion, therefore, is to simply give up
and stop wasting my time looking for love
because, truth be told, my worry is
should this happen again
i'll be unable to mend
and left to live out the rest of my days
stuck with permanent overlays
of mistrust and suspicion
of any romantic intention
because goddammit you knew
you knew, full well, that i loved you