I've done a lot in my life
and experienced more than I should have
I've hurt and I've loved
my anger has controlled me
as has my passion
any semblance of control I have
is only that
I've known betrayal and loss--
I like love better, even when it's not real.
I guess I'm a romantic
which is a terrible thing to be in the real world.
Despite everything though:
the cheating, the lying, the loving, the leaving
bent not broken