Shattered

What’s wrong with me?
I thought I learned my lesson the first time my heart was shattered.
I thought I promised myself I wouldn’t put myself through this again.
But he came along.
His ocean eyes.
His sarcastic personality.
Why must he make me fall.
This isn’t what I wanted.
This is the last thing I wanted.
I know I’ll get hurt again.
I know my heart will be shattered into millions of pieces for a second time.
Is it worth it?
After I promised myself, I wouldn’t let myself go through this again.
After I promised myself, I wouldn’t allow this to happen.
But not even nine months after my heart was shattered,
I’m ready for it again.