It can't rain all the time

Like the mornings sun my spirits began to rise.

Until they were tossed down with a swift motion similar to the oceans tides.

My heart lay shattered upon the emotional rocks.

It never mattered how deep we got with in our intimate talks.

ever getting to know you was an even greater mistake.

But what can I do but except the bitter taste.

The pain engulfs my tattered body to the point of mental break.

I lay at night begging for sleep while my tired body lays awake.

With the feeling of my shattered hearts overwhelming weight.

I listen to the rustling of leaves out side my window as I begin to pray.

I ask for strength in its strongest form so the burden at hand be something I can take.

in the darkness I feel my heart moving at a faster rate.

The anger over takes me, and I feel a rising of hate.

Not for the past but the moments yet to come.

Filled with the elemental drive of jealiousy after doing all Ive done.

even if it leaves that bitter taste I guess I will just have to swallow all my pride.

I'll except this as just another fluke were I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Its time to cut ties with my emotions that are tied in knives.

Ive bleed before and I will bleed agian.

Falling to such a state was my cardinal sin.

I should have shut the door and walked away, but instead I chose to play.

It you play with fire you will get burnt, I guess thats why This f#ckin hurt.

I should have known yet I ignored walking the same damn road I walked before.

but never agian in this life. I know this now so I will be just fine.

In my optamistic point of view I know "it can't rain all the time"