I once was a romantic,
I was a fighter for love.
When I cared, I expanded my soul—
The casualty was my heart.
I waited, benched on the sidelines
For when contentment would increase—
Happiness achieved.
I wanted the amount of sacrifice,
The times I stepped aside,
To decrease.
Someone who felt so much,
And waited with a wary eye,
You’d think would deserve a special someone
The kind called “mine.”
Approach me, we’d do the dance.
I like you.
Hands held.
A kiss.
Foundation built, true friendship
What should equal reality’s form of bliss.
Another chunk of the beating organ,
Stolen from beneath my ribs instead.
Never again whole, cannot return
To previous innocence.
