I should have known better

I should have known better.

Not to open the door.

Keep it shut tighter.

Sleep on the cold, hard floor.

For it is better than to yearn

The warmth of someone’s touch.

Where it had to be earned...

With money, time, and a tinge of disgust. 

Why did it  keep slipping?

The wall, the guards, and the vigilance.

Was another soul’s affection so enticing?

Despite no guarantee of allegiance. 

Why the heart keeps forgetting?

The pain, the betrayal, the rejection. 

Coz it has no brain but to keep resetting?

In an endless cycle of dejection