Tired of the cycle

I need a break through for my hearts sake

Before soon it will be falling off a ledge of a suicidal break

Like humpty never to be pieced back together again

It should be the sin the torture my heart has been living in –

The collecting of men’s souls only to find my own

Using them as my self discovery

Taking bits and pieces away from them to rediscover parts of me that was

lost way long ago when I only collected

One man - one heart- one soul- one love- one passion

But that was stripped away from me and in the process so was me... I mean

something

So you see it’s really not my fault I collect them - it’s just the loner in

fearing dieing alone - funny thing is death has no friends -

Somewhere in my journal I will transcribe their names less my memory forget

what it was I got from them ...

hopefully when death finds me - it will be before my heart breaks and I will

only have…

One man - to take their place

I need a break through from the redundant cycle my heart continues to be

drawn to

Love- lust – hurt and then love again

Drawing forward - falling back - pick pick pick - then I give it all back

Washed up and used I thought it was the ingredient that I needed but its

too salty for my stomach -

I start all over again