I will see myself the way out

when i found my first love, i thought heaven sent an angel to me.
i fell in love with you, no one but you.
but when everything starts to fall apart,
i realise that a thing that once brought me such joy,
brought me the same dose of pain too.
at that moment, my only wish is that my heart could be numb,
numb to feel the pain of losing love.
then i realise that broken hearts and broken dreams are juz some things love delivers.
still, i constantly rant to myself 'i won't cry again, i won't break down again.
the next one will be better, the next one i will make it last.