I am Suspicious of Love

I am suspicious of love,

because I am unloved.

I am suspicious of love,

because I am unlovable.

I am suspicious of love

because I am alone and lonely.

I am suspicious of love

because I have been hurt and wounded too many times.

I am suspicious of the words “I love you” because they are only words,

and almost meaningless unless combined with actions of love.

I am suspicious of love,

because my daughters who I loved beyond words,

recently hurt and deeply wounded me.

I am suspicious of love,

because my daughters words, behaviors and actions

have broken and shattered my heart.

I am suspicious of love,

because I have been forced to build an armor of concrete

to protect me and shield me from love,

so no one can hurt me again.

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For my daughters…

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