Taking chances on everything except love, afraid of being
hurt again, feeling the little love given by another is
not worth it, for the pain is much worse.
Chasing away emotions, telling myself not to want or need
anything or anyone.
Living in an intellectual world alone, yet happy, because
I'm free of the devastation love always seems to leave me
with.
Love is the one thing worth taking a chance on, to reject love is to reject life, though existence is safe it is so shallow without love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being hurt can also be so painful that taking a chance on a repeat is just not worth it, I did not word my last comment very well, I do apologize.