Scared of Love
I’d be broken if I hadn’t changed,
Tricked and trapped into a torturous affair,
With love a fluttering fidelity forcing my head,
To battle my breaking heart daily,
Until one rendered the other obsolete.
And now I’m scared of love,
Commitment conundrums challenging my soul,
Chest aching as a warning sign of sorts,
Preventing me from pitifully placing my faith,
In a potential partner’s arms.
Like an unwanted child,
Being let down is an accepted expectancy,
Waltzed and walked all over again,
Avoiding arguments causing clashes,
A cycle constructed by caring.
For now I am alone,
I can’t trust or tear myself up,
By placing pointless hope in people,
Who by the inevitable end,
Will hurt you more than loved you.
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