A poem in the works:
I have broken my own heart so many times
I no longer trust myself to love.
I’ve spent years learning what it takes to unravel my love
and then I am guilty of tolerating people whose full intention
it is, to disentangle my love.
I lurk in shadows of those who claim to love me,
watching and waiting,
knowing full well those are only words. I hear
the empty pauses behind the words and, in my mind,
fill them in.
I never allow myself to suspend disbelief.
Peace & Love,