confessions

I am tired. I am tired of being left with unkept promises, empty dreams, aching heart and broken pieces. 

I am tired of giving someone my ALL, and getting crumbs in return. 

I am tired of making someone my forethought, and being merely, his afterthought. 

I'm tired of half-assed apologies that only spill from the gut, not the heart. I deserve more.

Women like me, they don't make them so well anymore. Yet what can I do? Diamonds are rare, but many prefer washed up bronze.

So, next time another comes calling with the right words and the right deeds, I'll remember that the others began just the same. And when he says he is different, I'll remember that the last said the same. And yes, he was different- he broke me, differently.