Why Is It?

Once in love,
But never twice,
The human heart,
Such a delicate device.

Always the bridesmaid,
But never the bride,
Can such be a torturous dream to hide.

Once such love can be found,
To find another,
Is to be dug from the ground.

Why does all love songs end in tears,
Why don't they ever end as loud cheers.

Why is it that my ever deepening dreams,
Begin and end with vicious screams?

Is it because of fate?
My forever growing determination not to break?

Or is it because of my breaking heart,
The one thats woken with an electric jump start.