Waiting to be broken again...

I was allready so much drenched in my pains and sufferings.
I left her to the happiness of the worlds and handed myself over to the sufferings.
I still am cold and full of pain.
Why does she come back to inflict more pain?
why does she return?
why cant she be contended with all the joys and hapiness she got?

Joys and hapiness,
she so happily had snatched in return for me, when she had the option.
Of all the sweet promises and kisses she had planted
and all those sweet moments spend togather
and sweet pains of separation when she hadn't yet dennied me of her love,
I formed memories and collected them as companions,
for the long walk on the long lonely road called Life.
I trudged on, along, alone with momories of her.

But she would never leave me alone for long,
she would always return at the merest chances,
to inflict me with more hurt feelings and sorrows,
and she would do so with a smile on her face,
and would leave again when she's contended,

contended of crushing to pieces,
pieces of my heart,
a heart she's crushed to pieces,
many a times before.

My heart still earns,
earns for her to come,
come and break my heart again,
so every piece of my broken heart,
would earn for her to come,
come and break my heart again,
and again, and again, and again...

again and again till someday,
someday when death would,
end my pain and suffering,
then when she comes,
shall find a dead broken heart,
crushed to dust,
waiting to be broken again.