Breaking My Own Heart

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,

Rosalind