third time's the charm

for a broken heart. 

we were young and free and real

and we loved each other

relentlessly.

after one year

you took advantage

of that love.

and i came back

loving unrequited.

but everything had changed

and i was ashamed.

for a whole year,

i was ashamed of myself

for weakness, for rewarding

that disgusting act that you

had no trouble

performing.

after that year you

punched me again,

ripping my heart out in a different way.

i was convinced that you were lying

i was convinced that you were scared

i am still convinced that

your feelings

for me

are too huge to fathom.

two months hence

it was time

to say goodbye.

and yet, i'm the one still here

waiting for

something

to put my faith in once again.

three strikes, you're out

but you won't leave.

the universe

tortures

my crushed heart. 

(and today is the worst)