If I don't look back,
I can't watch myself painfully ignoring the plans you had
as you played your games with my heart.
If only my desperate choice of reaching out for you
had not led to me discovering your faultless talent
in the art of breaking fragile hearts.
I even lie to myself by denying
that I ever had reasonable doubt
of how demolishing you were to me.
The abuse I endured before you came along,
left me incredibly wounded,
but at least the constant bruises faded,
even the wounds began to heal,
but the scars of your fake love and betrayal,
still remain the rawest pain of all.
I have nothing else to say to you,
poetry comes and goes and then my trusted pen
quickly moves me on.
But next time I feel my emotions facing trial,
I will double check the locks that surround my icy heart,
so that it can never be penetrated again.