Musings

I should have known that a second chance would turn into a second heartbreak. I honestly still loved you. I expected the same from you. How was I to know that you were just lonely for a warm body? A role that almost anyone could have played. I should have seen the signs, not been so quick to let you back in, but I was afraid to say no to love, and less afraid of the further damage you could cause.
My heart don't heal as quickly as it used to. Each cut seems deeper than the last. I will not; I cannot trust you ever again. Don't bother coming back. I don't want you. I'll find better. This wound will heal and I'll move on.