To love
Is to expose yourself
Wholeheartedly
To heartbreak.

To bring someone into your heart
And trust them
Not to rip it to shreds.

To reserve a little space
In your mind and thoughts
For that human being
Who impressed you
Told you they
Loved you
Showed you affection.

Destruction is

For that person
To say they never liked you
For them to take
Your exposure
And abuse it.

Even though you trusted them
And brought them into you like
A counterpart
Of your heart
They rip you to shreds inside.

They take that reserved parking spot
That you cleared for them
And they graffiti it,
And burn it up
And then leave

Leave you a trembling
Crying mess
Who just wants to know what they did
Wrong.
And when you finally find out,
Its not good enough

Because even though the reason
Is not a real reason
They still hurt you
And you can't hate them

Because inside, you are cleaning up that
Graffiti they drew
And those scorch marks they burned
And you just
Can't
Hate them.
You can't.

Because despite everything,
You are still holding out hope that
They might come back
And apologize.