| Please don't ask for my heart, for it's worn out. Being given out far too many times..and never once has it been returned in the same condition. I have loved; truly and deeply; And have been burned on numerous occasions. I'm torn, no longer whole, no longer who I once was. Dependence, thats what comes from love, but not willingly. Somewhere between yourself and your love: something is lost, that wil probally never again be found. I loathe love, I think I always have. Despise love stories....I live in the real world... Where women and man make a commitment; And women or man, end up alone. So why love? Why go throught the torturous cycle of love and heartache? Does it serve a purpose? Sometimes..I just don't think I'll willingly try to ever find that out, again. |