The Year I Broke

When we met, I believed in love, but now that our relationship met an end. 

 I no longer believe love is for me. 

My grandmother asks, do even  believe in love? 

I reply how can you believe something, that’s never believed in you?

and maybe the reason I’ve done nothing but

grieve love   is because I was born without 

a soul mate.

Maybe that door leading to love, is a beautiful dream I’m meant to be locked out of. 

Perhaps my soul contract was never finalized

Loves always looks beautiful from the outside, just nothing I will get to experience in this life.

I started to write love poems to put my love into something, so it too wouldn’t turn to grief 

But this year broke me, and I cannot see the good in keeping my heart open to the idea of love, I’ll never receive.