Philophobia

Love is not a utopian ideal to which I subscribe

My scars are too many for hope to survive

I threw myself away in a ditch of despair

He hurt me so bad and didn’t even care

The pain that tore through me, are you even aware

So I took it upon myself to wrap up my heart

Wrapped tight and secure, no one would know where to start

To hurt again in a world so dark

Is not a journey to which I will embark

He hurt me so bad and left an indelible mark

See not my sadness for I am ok

I am not weak for I was not made that way

I hate that I was swept up in the rapture

And exposed my fragile heart for capture

My blood vessels over love will never rupture