Coping Poem by Gary Diamond

Why does every time I fall in love feel like the last time
As if, if this is not the one, the be all end all
Then I'm not going to be strong enough
To jump on the wagon and start again

It's a goddamn mess to be sure
And sure of that if nothing at all

I'm keeping myself to myself most of the time
I'm waking up and wising up and finding a new religion
Finding it harder and harder to make an effort
Finding it a chore to keep connected and reconnecting

This is it.
This is the only nature of life I've found to be true.
The struggling, the forcing to cope.
To make the best of the worst
Never stopping to mope.

I'm not trying to lay it on thick, like you think.
I'm not trying to make you feel worse than ever.
I'll give everything a fair trial
And mock the result
The one I waited for.