Jaded Souls

 About a month to go
And fiasco number three
Will be officially and legally
Over...
Third times the charm...
Three strikes and you're out...
It's hard to find someone
That lives up to the fantasy
That your imagination
Makes them live in...
Those lies we tell ourselves
In the beginning like
"We're so alike."
"We have so much in common."
The lies we tell ourselves,
Or the lies they tell you,
"I'll love you forever."
I've heard that from 
Three different women
Who didn't believe in love,
Didn't think they deserved love,
Whose souls had died
Long before I met them...
I've found,
In the beginning of the end,
It's really easy to hate
Someone you once loved...
For making you believe 
They were something 
They never were...
For allowing you
To fall in love with them...
I fell, each time,
So it was my fault
For not keeping my eyes open...
It's not like they cast a spell on me...
It just felt that way...
I cast spells on myself...
I made the choice,
Whether consciously or not,
To be with
Empty shells...
A reflection of my own insecurities...
To try to "save"
Jaded souls...
Like me...
What did I expect would happen?