I’ve managed to get my heart broken and abused by the actions and in some cases the actions that were not taken by others. Now I’m glueing it back together with the patience I’m growing for myself and stiching up the wounds with the love of my friends.
It isn’t that I don’t believe in love because I am a hopless romantic. I just no longer believe in love for me at this age, moment, and time for myself.
The next time I give my heart away I want it to be for the person who will wash away any wronged memories of the past, take my memories i’ve cherished and make better ones with me.
The odds of this happening the next time aren’t in my favor. And I know there will be more replicants of my past coming to stir up trouble.
But I’m done trying to look in the past for the one who broke my heart thinking they’ll want to fix it because they didn’t want to break it in the first place.
Tim.Kevin.Tim.Eric.Vic.Tim.Vic.Trevor.Vic.Synquae.Vic.Dan.Eric.Dan.Vic.Tim.Vic
