s c a r e d . . . .

Scared.
I'm scared of getting broken.
Not for the first time but for the millionth time again.
My heart.
My heart can't it.
Take the after math.
The after math of just one more heart break.
The pain and agony I remember a little bit too clear.
Feeling as if my heart was falling into a puddle of pieces.
Piece by piece.
Well known as day by day.
Each day makes it harder to be without the one thing I thought loved me back.
I now know the phrase "You can't love someone unless you love your self"
Is nothing but real.
I have my share of scares to prove it.
I wish for you stranger.
The stranger reading this poem.
Never has to go threw heartbreak.
I wish you nothing but the finest parts of love.
The true fairytale ending that majority of us don't get the chance to experience in this lifetime.