It is amazing what the heart can endure!

This heart of mine is a nomad in this journey called life.
 It has been flighty, it has been trashed, it has been battered and abused.
One thing i am coming to realize is that Love aint for me.
I have been infatuated and it was brief but painful
I have been passive and it was not me
I ave been touched and lived for a short while
I ave been driven to near madness
I have been lost dead to Love.
Yes Love aint for me
Yes i can cry all i want and wet my pillow
I can holler till am blue
The pain may go away for now but the marks would remain
Marks?
Fool that i am i know i will fall again and be in this same spot