His present is controlled by the tragedies of his past...
His future lies in the hands of a woman that left with his trust.
He seeks for liberation in the bottom of a whiskey bottle and an occasional orgasm.
His pursuit of freedom is the cause of his imprisonment;
Trapped in a box of broken promises and disappointments...
He gave women pieces of his heart and they left without giving them back.
He has nothing to give anymore...
Pieces of his soul lay with women who lay in other men's beds...
He meets a girl---
a good girl...
He wants to give her everything,
But, he has nothing to give...
He looks at her and sees a mirage of his past...
He runs.
He runs into the comforting arms of his office--he finds solace there..
At least there he reaps what he sows--he controls his path...
He is a broken man.
Pieces of him lay in the offspring he did not father...
He meets a girl---
a lovely girl...
This time he is determined to make it work...
He promises her everything...
He gives her everything, everything but himself...
She is everything--but in his eyes she is a manifestation of his past...
The risk is too high...
So he runs,
He runs before she has the chance to take away the nothing he has left inside.
With every new relationship he has hope, hope that it might this time be different...
But that hope is marred by the faith he has in the tangible pain his past promises.
His happiness is buried in the condoms strewn in other men's trash cans...
He has been hurt one, two, many times;
He is sitting at his desk in his room of solace right now, reading this, thinking;
"Shit! I am a broken man"
