My heart has once again been open,

For it seems blind faith in love

Is clear sight for the heart

I know my actions may have caused this to occur,

but I can’t help it in regards to her.

Is it not all the same she left me at my worst?

I believe that it wasn’t meant to be in the end,

Love should not crush ones spirits.

I divulge none at this present moment,

only that it seems history has a history for repeating itself.

Furthermore it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the will to live again.

I use the word again with much regret, for a fool I have become.

A little of us dies each day,

but why must some of us experience it on all levels?