I will not love again

I will not love again
pack up this broken heart and store it away
no, not store,
cause that implies it may still hold a use
and it no longer does
this useless, feeble thing that beats within my chest
taunts my endless days and nights
liar that beseeches me from within
then pulls out the rug once I succumb to cruel intentions
I have been falsely led astray
built up my hopes and dreams
like a castle on sand or sky
with no solid foundation to tether them
I will no more think of love as essential joy
but rather, an endless sea of sorrow and suffering
love is a burden
destroyer of nature
so I will not love again
will not dare to offer my heart on a silver platter
just for a pounding
for it to be returned to me null and void
insignificant slithers of mauled passion
whilst they walk away unscathed
my love no longer exists for the taking
the making
the breaking
it is no more real to me than fairy dust or honeyed promises
I take this heart
and set it free from my constraints
love is for some,
I suppose,
maybe even gratifying and true
but love is a bottomless pit of infinite decay in my hands
so I will not love again
or no more
or you