“I’m done with love,
I’m done opening myself up that way again.
I had given all that I could –
I’m empty now,
I have nothing left to offer.
If only it was as simply
As the mending of broken bones
Yet even that has support for it to heal –
What is there to lend me support
for this bleeding mass to function normal once more?
While the images of her flashes by
Like film negatives in my mind,
A kind of painful happiness is evoked within –
As I can see all the life within her in her smile,
And so I wish fleetingly that she’d be mine,
Yet even then it does no help,
This wishing only makes me yearn for her more.
I’m done with love –
I’m never opening myself up that way once again.
I swear it this time.”