Dear Love,
dear love,
you are a nightmare
dressed as a miracle.
you are misleading.
you are troublesome.
but somehow,
you always seem beautiful.
you always seem to pull me in
with a mask that i cannot see past.
when i cannot keep myself afloat,
you are a lifeboat
signaling in the distance
but what i find aboard is not a hero,
not the answer to my prayers,
no, what i find is rejection,
betrayal,
lies.
love takes my hand,
crushes it in its palms,
and throws me overboard.
i am swallowed by the cold waters
of loneliness
of sorrow,
until you take my hand again,
but this time
there is no pain,
there is no sorrow,
there is only comfort,
a soft embrace that only you can provide.
but this, you see,
this is why i cannot trust you,
this is why i am wary,
sometimes you take my hand gently,
but sometimes your hand touches my chest,
only to crush my heart.
i refuse to take the chance
of a broken heart,
even with the possibility
of a gentle embrace.
sincerely,
a broken lover