"Mad" at myself.

My error was to give
My error was to show you how much I could have loved you.
My error was my impetus and intensity.
My error is the cause of the fail.
The cause of many fails...

When I have sworn not to give, not to show, not to love,  because the moment I do, everything crumbles, I  try to open up once again, and once more I am greeted with rejection.

I  seem to be addicted to the feelings of both, happiness and disgraced,  because I keep changing paths, but somehow end  up tripping with the same stone.