Endless Cycle of Love

By Jay Jordan

 

I’m not attached to people, but to the hope, 

infatuated with their actions, the way they try to

capture my mind and soul. 

In the end, I’m left feeling insignificant,

unsatisfied, 

Once they taste my love, they dash, overwhelmed

by what’s unknown inside. 

 

It’s overwhelming, yet love pulls me back when I

want to run, 

Leaving behind the painful feeling of being

insufficient, undone. 

I’m still young, but even so, I know I’m

something different, made with purpose,

specific. 

I’ve vowed a million times not to let anyone

make me feel hopeless, 

 

But the cycle continues, breaking down my

mind, 

A pattern I can’t escape, no matter how hard I try.