He started off with such promise<\/p>\n
A gentleman who never broke a promise<\/p>\n
But like fresh snow, his heart was destined to be tainted<\/p>\n
Like a pure canvas destined to be painted<\/p>\n
The first was a girl he only wanted to rescue<\/p>\n
A damsel in distress, a love that twisted his heart eskew<\/p>\n
She needed a friend not a lover but he couldn’t see<\/p>\n
Too blinded by love and what he wanted to see<\/p>\n
He came in a knight in shining armor and left a punching bag<\/p>\n
And soon the happily ever after turned to a game of emotional tag<\/p>\n
The split was rougher on him cause she was gone months before<\/p>\n
But he grew accustomed to the pain, sprinkling salt in the wound<\/p>\n
“I was with her for her,” he thought, “And I’m with her for me”<\/p>\n
His rationalization for the second of the three<\/p>\n
He soon forgot about the first and repeated his mistakes<\/p>\n
He kissed her selfishly as her back melted the snowflakes<\/p>\n
He let his guard down again and exposed his injured heart<\/p>\n
She bought it with love and placed it in her shopping cart<\/p>\n
When it was time to check out she didn’t have enough to get it all<\/p>\n
So she placed him back on the shelf, she wasn’t ready for the long haul<\/p>\n
Cut too many times, his heart sprung a leak<\/p>\n
Like a fish out of water, its the love water that he seeks<\/p>\n
Still caught in a cloud of confusion and pain<\/p>\n
He stumbles drunkenly down the road of his life, halfway insane<\/p>\n
While on his crazy travels trying to make sense of it all<\/p>\n
He encounters a very familiar stranger who makes his soul crawl<\/p>\n
He knew the emotionally bankrupt shouldn’t write checks<\/p>\n
But curiosity killed the cat and his heart was next<\/p>\n
She was as damaged as he, maybe even more so<\/p>\n
In that was a kinship felt by every “bye” and “hello”<\/p>\n
Things burned bright and he felt hope for future, in the life he gave up on<\/p>\n
So his guard was down again, pessimistic assumptions foregone<\/p>\n
It wasn’t to last, his struggling heart knew this to be true<\/p>\n
It was smooth sailing for now, but something was coming to tip the canoe<\/p>\n
If hindsight is 20\/20, he would still need glasses to read between the lines<\/p>\n
She was telling him without telling him but he couldn’t read the signs<\/p>\n
Her past had resurfaced and there was nothing he could do<\/p>\n
Except watch as she unknowingly ran the knife into his heart through and through<\/p>\n
His heart eventually healed but it never again beat warm<\/p>\n
Still not trusting cause of the past storms<\/p>\n
The sad ironic twist to this tale is that he now has the knife<\/p>\n
And everyday nonchalantly cuts himself off from his dream wife<\/p>\n
So if you ever encounter this sad soul, pity him from a distance but never get near<\/p>\n
Cause his heartless infection is hypnotic and his eyes are so sincere<\/p>\n
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