Perfection Per Section

Each moment is a chance to smlie

I’ve wasted so much time just telling myself that it was all worth the trouble, that it was all worth the heart ache, that some how in the end everything would just blossom into a garden of dreams and joy. Perhaps it is a blessing that I am wrong. He called me a learning experience, Is that all i am? perhaps to him…. perhaps to everyone. Some how i have to romanticize that there is someone out there who will view me as more than a learning experience and a stepping stone to a better life after they’ve gotten what they want from me. Could such a person exist? or is that something that doesn’t happen to people until they are in their mid thirties. My heart is a twisted lump of pain, confusion, anger, and bitterness towards charmers. I just want to forget, but at the same time, I’m glad for this “learning experience”. Now i know not to trust people so easily and not give my heart away.

hate being the one left behind, but i have to keep running