Is love?

Is love worth the pain that follows?

If hurt came first
I could endure,
In the knowledge of seeing better days.
Knowing love would heal my pain.

But love is always what comes first
Smiles, laughter and trust…
Agony and hurt what ends it all
Get left with my tears, a broken heart.

Yes, it’s worth going through pain to get love
But is love worth the pain that follows?
Are the good young moments good enough?
Can a man be worth my sorrows?

Abandoning me without a thing
Having taken all I offered,
Leaving me to soothe my own pain
To try and fix the mess he created.

Now I have the knowledge
Can I ever trust a man
To be different than they say?
Or is it really true
That they are all ‘just the same’?

Will every man seeing me really think
‘If she still breathes it’s ok’?
Can I trust a man not to believe
‘I can simply throw her away’

And if he does exist
Will I dare to trust?
Will I ignore my past?
Will I listen long enough?
Believe the words he says

Or will I ignore him saying he loves me?
Think he’s lying like all the others
Believe he’s just the same
Think I’ll be the only one,
Who will remember the moments and decide:
No man is worth my pain.