Fool me once, damn you.

Fool me twice, damn me.

MY FRIEND:

  It's funny, how one day you're friends with someone whom you would swear was your soulmate, and then the next day discover that they had been lying blatantly to your face.

  Promises and swears of undying love (note: not "in love") and being able to trust without cause for hesitation. Then learn that they simply could not bother to talk to you no longer. That lies were much easier to feed you than the admission of truth.

  I've felt the burn of it all now, for even someone I have cared so much for has burnt my hands once again. Such redundancy, I swore to myself that I'd never put myself into a painful position again, yet I allowed myself to feel too much. Will I ever learn? Or am I glutton for punishment for all eternity?

  Having emotions and showing them is no longer worth much in my mind. (Trust me, they weren't so high in the first place.) Now there is a bitterness, even deeper than before, an anger I've never really felt, and a sadness which I cannot seem to be rid of.

  I do deeply wish this was all part of my tainted imagination, but it's not, for the pain this time is much too real to just pass off as a form of my over-worked mind.

  I know that they (the person I am talking about) may never read this. But I needed this closure. I can't even seem to get the words out to say it to them, but I hope some day that I will. I hope to tell them that even though they have hurt me, that they no longer can.

  That is a lie though. Oh, they will be able to, as many are capable of and do, but never as deep. For I have shut that part of me off now, and I would rather rush upon a blade and physically destroy that part of my heart before I let another into it.