I fell in love. Fell hard. Fell alone. Desired one. Got none.
Saw him. Felt swooned. Heart pattered. Wanted him soon. He saw another. Wanted her more. He went after her and left me at the door.
More tears and yet alone. I reach out, but in return my heart has no home. I try to read the book and do what love says, but all that returns to me on my test is a big F, signifying that I that I failed.
Again, I try with the shread of my heart that is left, only to have the remaining corner of my heart ripped up into micro pieces ensuring that nothing is left.
So, I have learned after many trials and errors that love is not for me. Love is only for others. Uncle, I give. I raise my hands in defeat. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, only to learn that I can’t compete.
I will do what I do and task myself to the grave. Because love was never for me, I acquiesce and accept my defeat.