poetry

Heartbreak

They say they're flawless,
But I am flawed.
And will they love me?
No not at all,
I'm just a stupid,
Ugly,
Disgusting person,
That can't even keep someone.
The heart does what it chooses,
But no heart chooses me,
And if it does,
It always seems to leave...
So what's the point,
Of trying anymore,
When all that happens,
Is me getting broke.
Crushes always in in failure,
And loves always seem to leave.
So what am I supposed to be?
Forever alone?
Or ment to suffer through,
All the heartbreak,
That life seems to choose,
But I sit quietly,
And wait patiently,
For my heart to be shattered,
And torn apart to shreds,
And I realize,
There's no hope for me,
There never will be,
I'll never find anyone,
Because I'm flawed,
My imperfections tear me down,
And the way I are makes it worse,
So what's the point in trying to live,
Happily?
What even is that word,
I can't seem to find it,
And love?
Can't seem to get it.
I hate the way I care,
And that makes the hurt worse,
So I'll try to make it through,
And not do something I regret...