I am not alone, and yet I am.
It surprises me to realize how much my heart suffers in sense of isolation.
How, when I review, my life encounters in love have experienced too many sad endings.
None of them gentle – although to an outside viewer, most would be seen as hardly a blip on the screen.
And each one has been important.
It’s as if I have endured great tragedies.
Perhaps it is because I understand the hidden ramifications behind the scenes.
Why would I wish to try again when I have only encountered broken hearts barely surviving and kept sleeping?
Men seem to get angry and resentful when it comes to needed healing.
The one for me is likely locked away and heavily guatded, if he is anything like – yet wiser than me.
(Title play with words)
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