Dumped
Here we go again, Jaime's heart's been broken into even smaller pieces than ever before. It's like after your heart has been smashed to smithereens so many times, you lose little pieces through the cracks of the deck, or to the breaks in the sidewalk, or under the fridge and each time you put it back together, less and less of it remains. It's easier to break every time because with every quick blow, it explodes, you frantically try to gather the pieces, you miss some, and it's weakened by all the tiny, glued cracks and the lack of pieces forever lost or stolen or reduced to a irreparable powder. I'm a mess and I'm certain I'm flawed, they want to keep parts of me, these men, but not all of me. I'm good, but not for everything. I know my big issues, I tell them, they hear me, they date me, then something they can't explain happens and they leave me, tears in their eyes...saying, "this is so hard because I still love you." Well, here's an idea, if you still love me, don't fucking leave me otherwise, you're fucking us both over. I guess the men I've dated are holding out for something bigger, and better than me, maybe I need to start dating realists instead of romantics. I'm a romantic, I love romantics, but we/they have these ideas that don't touch the ground, are so big. I've had 3 men tell me they're waiting on someone who drops them to their knees, gives em butterflies for longer than a few weeks, I hope they find it because if you know me, then you know that I gave all those men my all, my 100%, the best of me. I am a true lover, real and my heart is so big and apparently easily denied.