The Fallen One

I discovered that my Achilles' heel or rather soft spot are my emotions. Feelings. In detail it is termed 'Love'. I think love stinks. Nobody is perfect and my imperfection is love. It is my one and only weakness. Nothing can bring this man down. Oh no nothing but love. I still find it strange. I know i am strong and i can do so well. No problems too huge for me to set sail on and i smile in the face of danger. Calm and composed. But something so fragile and innocent and pure such as love can hit me hard and ruin me. Hell it shatters my world so painful i was on the verge of killing. I cannot even begin to relate how much of a loser i transformed. I lost all self worth and respect and dignity. Pride down the drain. I was on my knees and begged. I became a pulp overnight. Understatement. In a matter of minutes. It is as good as pissing all over me. Bloody hell. I am trying to refrain from using vulgarities here. I grew helpless and frail. I hate to fall in love and love no more i shall. For as long as i can. Traumatised big time. I had lost the ability to love and i think that will do me good. I will not allow love get in the way of greatness. Love is an absolute distraction. Forgive me. I had lost the will. The will to feel.