I cried

I cried for the hundredth time,
my eyes smarting from the
tears. My head aching my
heart sore; new feelings
for someone of my years.

The grown up things of life
it seems are not always
plesurable. Why does such
pain attach to love? a feeling
so unmeasurable.

I steel myself to make the break
convinced this time I can
do it. What excuses will I
think up I wonder before
I do not say it?

And so I reconcile once more
to this futile existence. I
love him still, take what I
can and give up my tame
resistance.