Ideal's Ghost

Fool myself.
Think gentle arms are wrapping around me
But it's only a ghost.
An ideal thought that dies every time
I'm cynical.
Crying on the inside
Because my granite shell
Won't betray me and show-off
My fragile true thoughts…
If only you could rip out my heart
See the bruises and cuts 'you'
And 'they' inflicted on it.
How much more abuse can my heart take?
Take and take
Is all they do.
Give and give.
Soon I'll have nothing left
Would I be better off…
Would it be easier…
To love no one?