Klutz.

Every time I open up, they reach out and sting me.
Every time I welcome them in, they dig in and rip me.
Every single time I weep, they just spit and kick me.
Because I am weak? Because I need?

Perhaps I am ugly in truth.
Inside, the weeping child yields fumes.
And in the light he's pale and anemic...
In the light he sings the wrong tune.

And while he watches on they leave...
the women: sisters, daughters, lovers.
And while he watches on they shine
the darkness comes to take me over.

Rinse and repeat.
That is the cycle.
Every single time.
Love's brought nothing but pain.
Love's brought nothing but regret.
Itself, Love, has been little more than a hindrance.
It is, as it is, my most horrid addiction...
And so I fall... I fall...
Worth nothing.