1230 HRS MARCH 28TH 2007

In matters of the heart,

in the lifelong battle

to win love,

I feel like a boxer

that lasted 3 rounds

with 3 different fighters

and I lost all.

My heart is dead tired

like a boxer

lying motionless

on the canvas

bruised

bleeding

lifeless

the last punch

have taken

the last bit

of energy

out of him.

I remind myself

no one is ever alone

in times of

tribulations.

There's always someone

out there

suffering

in the same way.

They can pick themselves up

and be on their two feet

and face another fight

so can I.

Honestly, I wonder

what is the big fucking deal

being alone.

Its better to feel lonely

when alone,

than to feel lonely

in a relationship

anyway