I'm sure plenty of folks who may eventually read this can associate with the message and sentiment of this little bit of prose.

In recent years, 2009-2011, I came to realize that I give too much too easily. I trust in people I get a good impression of too much, I've been hurt for it, and I've become a bit jaded because of it.

I was contacted by an ex of mine Nov 29, 2011 and we got chatting for a while. We got on the topic and he said I had a heart of gold. I said that even though I loved my heart of gold I felt like King Midas in that every time I indulge in a relationship and make it "golden", it backfires in some terrible way (like the Midas fable). I realized more and more that I shouldn't give so freely.

Anywho, here, read it. I'm actually proud of poetry for once. DEAL WITH IT.