Dear Broken-Hearted Girl

Dear broken-hearted girl looking for love,

I tried.

But it's hard to help you see through the windows that you keep painting over.
Such a beautiful girl with a heart as big as America. So I guess that makes me Obama, because I keep getting blamed for everything that your last man did to you. Don't you know that it's going to take more than one term to fix all of that?

I know it's hard for your deflated spirit to bounce back high enough for anyone playing your game to maintain a steady dribble. Your ups and downs are 80% down, 5% up, and 15% hovering in an emotional purgatory, trying to climb your way up while still bracing for the impact of the fall.
The pain that he caused was like that of an abandoning father; sure, you'll be able to live your life, but those scars will always find a way to manifest whenever true beauty starts to appear in your life.

He lassoed your heart with promises of infinite happiness, delusions of never growing up, all of Midas' gold, and clouds for shower heads because your natural high would have you too far above the ground to use common plumbing. He grabbed a hold of those strings connected to your heart and held you over his head refusing to ever let you go like a child with their first big red balloon.
Then he tightened that invisible lasso in your chest and kicked the worlds tallest mountain from under your feet. He watched as the now noose around your heart forced your body to go limp as you swung from his redwood, hanging by your chest plate with your shoulders back and eyes up to him, the boy who had become your new God, asking "Why?!"

He made an Emmett Till of your innocence.

I get it.
...I get it.

And then here I come. A man with similar pledges of commitment. I made the self-sacrificing vow to always make you smile; even though my heart skips a beat every time you do. To hear you laugh for ten minutes is the most exhilarating near death experience I could ever wish for.

But in every sparkling token of affection that I hand your way, you still see his reflection. Somehow my silhouette resembles his shadow. My hug reminds you of his choke; and I wish... I wish I could wipe your slate clean.
I wish that he did the one thing that a virus like him is supposed to do, and completely reformat your hard drive.
I wish he never had the chance to break down your walls, and hymen, with his false starting, yellow flag of a penalty existence.

I wish...
I wish I was more like him.
Because, at least for now, he is the only person that has access to your heart.
I wish my name sounded more like his, so that when you accidentally calls his out in conversation I could at least trick myself into believing that you really did say mine.
I wish I had the power to leave marks on your heart. Not to hurt you. No. Just to make sure that one day I'll be remembered as more than just 'that one guy you dated after him'.

But you are doomed to repeat this cycle. Repeat it until the day that you're willing to drop that emotional baggage and just let the airline lose it without any thought of getting it back. When you realize that not "all men are dogs" just because you've dealt with a bitch.
But when it finally does sink in, don't come looking for me. Because I will probably have just gotten to the point of getting over you.

Dear broken-hearted girl looking for love,

Keep trying.


Live, love & learn!
-The King