He started off with such promise

A gentleman who never broke a promise

But like fresh snow, his heart was destined to be tainted

Like a pure canvas destined to be painted

The first was a girl he only wanted to rescue

A damsel in distress, a love that twisted his heart eskew

She needed a friend not a lover but he couldn’t see

Too blinded by love and what he wanted to see

He came in a knight in shining armor and left a punching bag

And soon the happily ever after turned to a game of emotional tag

The split was rougher on him cause she was gone months before

But he grew accustomed to the pain, sprinkling salt in the wound

“I was with her for her,” he thought, “And I’m with her for me”

His rationalization for the second of the three

He soon forgot about the first and repeated his mistakes

He kissed her selfishly as her back melted the snowflakes

He let his guard down again and exposed his injured heart

She bought it with love and placed it in her shopping cart

When it was time to check out she didn’t have enough to get it all

So she placed him back on the shelf, she wasn’t ready for the long haul

Cut too many times, his heart sprung a leak

Like a fish out of water, its the love water that he seeks

Still caught in a cloud of confusion and pain

He stumbles drunkenly down the road of his life, halfway insane

While on his crazy travels trying to make sense of it all

He encounters a very familiar stranger who makes his soul crawl

He knew the emotionally bankrupt shouldn’t write checks

But curiosity killed the cat and his heart was next

She was as damaged as he, maybe even more so

In that was a kinship felt by every “bye” and “hello”

Things burned bright and he felt hope for future, in the life he gave up on

So his guard was down again, pessimistic assumptions foregone

It wasn’t to last, his struggling heart knew this to be true

It was smooth sailing for now, but something was coming to tip the canoe

If hindsight is 20/20, he would still need glasses to read between the lines

She was telling him without telling him but he couldn’t read the signs

Her past had resurfaced and there was nothing he could do

Except watch as she unknowingly ran the knife into his heart through and through

His heart eventually healed but it never again beat warm

Still not trusting cause of the past storms

The sad ironic twist to this tale is that he now has the knife

And everyday nonchalantly cuts himself off from his dream wife

So if you ever encounter this sad soul, pity him from a distance but never get near

Cause his heartless infection is hypnotic and his eyes are so sincere