hearts like mine

Just the moment that I think everything is great and that I’ve figured out life, something always seems to find its way into my life and kill the innocence I have left.  I don’t know how people with hearts like mine survive in this world.  It’s a cruel and painful world.  I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion that I’m damaged goods.  Return to sender!  I’ve warned people over again to never fall in love with me.  I love too immensely and hurt a thousand times more.  If only I had it all figured out, I would be able to figure out all these thoughts that drown the magic that I mustered up in this dented existence.  I don’t know how people with hearts like mine have any love left to give.  I’ve had great and granular love.  With all these, I’ve still not the answer to my own life.  I’m still a weary traveler trying to find his way home.