I Wonder If I’ll Ever Stop Loving The Wrong People

I wonder if Ill ever stop falling for wits and charms that sweep me off my feet with no intention of carrying me. If Ill continue to fall for words I want to hear that are not backed by actions. If Ill continue to believe that maybe this time its different when its exactly the same.

I wonder if Ill ever stop giving chances to people who already ruined their first few ones. If Ill finally close the door without giving them the keys, if Ill just realize that if they cant get it right from the first two times, they probably will.

I wonder if Ill keep trying to fix all the people who are already unfixable. I wonder if Ill keep cutting myself trying to put their shattered pieces together. I wonder if I’ll ever learn that they wont stop me from bleeding when they are the ones who keep slashing my veins.

I wonder if Ill ever stop believing even if the odds are against me. Even if everyone is telling me to forget it, even if everyone is telling me its not right. I wonder if Ill keep blindly following my heart without ever stopping to ask it where its taking me.

I wonder if Ill ever stop falling for those who have too many options to pick only one.For those who want to explore more than love, who want to wander more than commit, who want to run away more than belong. I wonder if Ill ever realize that everything with them will be short, sweet and .

I wonder if Ill stop getting attached to those who are only in my life for themselves not for me. I wonder if Ill stop thinking that maybe I can change their minds, maybe I can movethem, maybe I can inspire them and I wonder if Ill ever stop extending my hand to those who dont want to hold it.

I wonder if Ill ever stop trusting the wrong people with my secrets, with my stories, with my issues and with I wonder how many of them even remember what I said and I wonder how many of them were even. I wonder if Ill ever stop sharing my life with those who are stingy with theirs.

I wonder if Ill ever stop being the good friend when I want more. When the thought of them with another person hurts, when my head is hurting from banging on the wall they built, when my eyes are tired of looking at them when Im invisible to them and I wonder if Ill ever have the courage to abandon the last drops of hope I have of keeping the connection alive.

I wonder if well ever be on the same page.Or will Ialways meet them at the wrong place or the wrong time. If Ill always meet them when theyre still hurting from a love they lost or closing their hearts off because theyre scared. I wonder if Ill ever meet them when theyre and I wonder if Im just destined to keep throwing my heart to people who are not willing to catch it.

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