I don't know what makes me
Fall in love so easily.
The heart ache is excruciating.
Yet I can't be trained to stop
And think of the consequences.
I don't want it here anymore
To wound me over and over again.
Because it happens with everyone
Almost every soul has a redeeming quality.
It is the quality, not the person
With whom I fall in love.
Every single time, no matter the day
But I don't understand my heart.
I want these people to be boring,
Lame, narcissistic, squabbling pigs.
Yet I know I would find something
To make me fall once again.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
I don't know what makes me
Fall in love so easily.
The heart ache is excruciating.
Yet I can't be trained to stop
And think of the consequences.
I don't want it here anymore
To wound me over and over again.
Because it happens with everyone
Almost every soul has a redeeming quality.
It is the quality, not the person
With whom I fall in love.
Every single time, no matter the day
But I don't understand my heart.
I want these people to be boring,
Lame, narcissistic, squabbling pigs.
Yet I know I would find something
To make me fall once again.
Years later editing this poem and my heart still does the same
