Eternal heart break

How many times must pain like this be endured? How much heartbreak does it take before one finally comprehends that things are not going to change? How many failures until faith stops planting itself within your heart? ..Before hope stops blooming. I would have given my world. I did give my world. But for what? What have I gained, but despair as black as the mascara stained tears running down my cheeks? How could he ask that? How could he even consider for a second that I was capable of such a low act? How could he not see the love burning in my heart for him? Surely it shown through my eyes, did it not? Surely it shown with every chance I had given him, hoping that this time, things would be different. This time, it would all turn out okay. Better than okay. The degree of love that I felt for him would be returned to me. Isn't that all I wanted? Was that too much to ask of the one whom I would have given the stars had I contained the power to do so. Why must I suffer? I had taken chances; I had given my whole heart. I had loved fiercely and let myself fall, helpless to the outcome of my actions. How can I trust in something as impossible as love when all it has shown me is merciless pain? Yes, I am young. But that does not mean that it stings any less. It does not mean that the crippling of my heart faintly beating in my chest is any less real. Call me over dramatic. Call me hormonal. I know what I feel. This loneliness, this weakening of the soul and spirit, is real.