Everyone tells me what I did wrong and how to fix it for next time.

Next time.

Next time there won’t be a next time.

There are too many holes and trysts and trails in my heart

I’m shutting it all down.

No more escapades, no more broken friendships, no more betrayals and no more loves.

No more love.

Maybe it could have been different

Maybe if I had found something besides bedrock.

A diamond could have saved me

But all I know is rough. 

No more dead ends, no more climbing out of caverns, no more falling.

This mine is too dangerous and it costs too much.

The risks offset the rewards.

Digging through the heart is dangerous they say

So mine is closed.