Exes – Sentimental Scribes

They always come back.
Always.
But I guess they don’t believe me when I tell them that.
Nobody ever does.
They always come.
Thinking they’ll be my knight in shining armor. Ready to save the day, thinking they’ll pick up the pieces. Whisking me away, to a happily ever after that was doomed as soon as they said,

“I’m not like them”.

But, they try.

And fail.
Trying to love, with no prevail
Until they grow tired of seeing the same tears stain my cheeks.
Until their lips burn with the uttering of another empty, “I’m sorry”.
Until they realize they are no longer equipped with tools to tear down the walls they helped build, brick by brick with every lie, every broken promise, and every premature ,”I love you”.
But still they try.
And maybe one day, I will truly convince myself that my love is too innocent to have thrown back in my face.