A Monologue for Love Essay

What becomes of the broken hearted? Nothing. You think you know come then that love turns out to be an egotistical self-involved bastard whos no braver than the house mouse living in your walls waiting til you least waitress it. Ive do mistakes before. whole nothing compares to the ones made with him. The ones made in his arms, his unloving put on arms embrace that somehow once made me feel warm and made heart be tender. And in that false embrace I made mistakes under false illusions. Illusions that this.. boy, this child, could love me and pull in me feel like a wo existence A woman I am not, I am but a child, a missy who has been broken by the same boy too umteen times and more. I tried to end it once, twice, and ended it be on the fifth. But this was all too little too late, as he had fey me and I him.And is it so much to ask that I be love again? It must have been for once another man love me A man this time. Not a child, a boy. A man. And this man I turned down. I g ave him false reason. For the real reason was that I did wish to be with this man but I was too afraid. The cultism growing inside of me, a seed planted by a boy. And in the heat of the moment I fell for that man only to wake the morrow to tell him it cannot be. Months later now, I thought I had positive(p) myself of this false reason. But in a moment of peace, no distractions to bribe my judgment, my heart caught up to my head and told me of the real reason. And now I am dead. The seed has stopped growing. But its venomous flower has already bloomed and do its damage. I am but one of many broken hearted souls with many mistakes done and many more to proceed, to follow. And I ask of you now What should a girl do? When she no longer welcomes love But quite wishes it she had never known?