The Broken Heart Sonnet

I shall no longer trust a heart that breaks

Nor the hurried beat of my temptation

For I'm cursed to live in my past mistakes

Though I'm broken by my own creation

I'll wither and die like a broken rose

Whose petals slowly wilt and fall away

I'll always struggle with the path I chose

But the constant pain makes me live this way

For I have died a hundred deaths it seems

Once, for every I love you that's spoken

I have shattered all my hopes and my dreams

Now there's nothing left that can be broken

It may seem odd that I forebade my heart

But there's not much left it's been torn apart