Jaded

A poem about being hurt and now jaded

I hear you knocking but you can’t come in.
I’m done opening the door to all your promises.
I’ve stubbed my toe one too many times,
on the sharp corner of all your lies.

I’ve learned my lesson, I tell you I have;
for my stone heart there is no salve.
Wishes and dreams are for the weak.
I will be proactive, so to speak.

From now until the end, realistic is what I’ll be.
No fairytales or mushy dreams for me.
My heart will be hard, so hard that it cannot break;
so hard that not even love can penetrate.

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