Every time I trust someone with my heart,
It feels like the pieces fall further apart.
I give my all, my soul, my best,
But I’m left with silence, a secret at best.
Rejections come like waves on the shore,
Leaving me wondering if I deserve more.
Am I the problem? Am I to blame?
Why does love feel like a cruel, endless game?
I’ve thought about therapy, finding a guide,
Someone to help me heal what I’ve locked inside.
Life flows smoothly in every other part,
But love—it tears at the seams of my heart.
I try to give love with all of my might,
But it’s never enough; it just doesn’t feel right.
Every man I meet seems to wear a beast’s disguise,
Seeing my body, not my soul, in their eyes.
I’m not stable, emotionally frail,
Haunted by demons whose stories I veil.
I carry my scars, too deep to show,
Wallowing in pity when the pain overflows.
I dream of a love pure and true,
A man who’ll help my heart renew.
Someone who’ll celebrate the small things I do,
And cherish the moments, both many and few.
I long for a partner, a friend, a guide,
Who’ll listen without judgment, stand by my side.
Who’ll correct with love, not with disdain,
And walk with me through sunshine and rain.
My insecurities come from a bruised past,
I need someone patient to make this love last.
A man who sees my worth, not my flaws,
Who fights for our future, not gives me pause.
So, I talk to God in the still of the night,
Asking Him to guide me to love that’s right.
I plead for a partner who’ll understand my plea,
Who’ll love me for who I’m destined to be.
It’s not easy in a world where love feels bought,
Where hearts are traded, and souls are forgot.
But I believe in the beauty of God’s perfect plan,
That He’ll send me a best friend, a loving man.
At the right time, He’ll make all things new,
A love that’s honest, kind, and true.
Until then, I’ll wait with hope in my heart,
Trusting His timing to bring my fresh start.
Amen.
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