Love is a finite thing. Despite what I've always been told growing up, you can't just keep giving it because someday it runs out. I have this tendency to fall for all the wrong people, and unfortunately I'm the type of person that when I fall for a person I give all that I am. I give a portion of my heart and instead of getting anything in return, I now just have this hole where part of my heart used to be, and so I run and hide in a corner from the world where hopefully no one can see me and cry, and wait while my heart slowly grows back. What I've noticed is that it never grows back to what it was before. Each time, less of the hurt goes away, and it becomes harder to give anything else away for fear that I'll have nothing left. The ironic thing is that I know the only way I'll ever be healed is by giving more of my heart away hoping that someone will return it to me whole, and each time opening myself to lose what little I have left. For now though, I'll just go back to my corner and hide with the rest of the broken people.
I painted pictures in my mind
Just an artists image
of a love I'd never find
---Wally Shaw