Why strive to know
What you don't really
Want to know
So unendingly?
We put ourselves
On the line over and over
Just to be hurt,
For what purpose?
Is it the hope that,
Eventually,
Someone is going to catch us,
And make it worthwhile?
Even if only for a moment?
And why is that moment,
however long,
Worth so much
To our emotional well-being?
It's just so easy to become
Jaded, bitter, cynical
So easy to make
The whole act of
Opening our chests
Not worth the effort
of the entire ordeal.
Because eventually,
You're so used to
The missteps, the failures,
The rejections that
You can come away
With exactly what
You were looking for all along,
Only to waste it,
Or mutilate it,
Or reject it yourself
Rendering the whole process useless....
Right?
10:36 am 04-29-05