Dearly beloved

Internal suffering be damned.
My lack of patience sends my life at full speed ahead.. I love so quickly that warning signs are simply products of the wind.
Clearly, they're all the same. For a while,  we're in sync, inseparable, and our affections reflect in our actions, but this avoidable rollercoaster only lasts for as long as the words love and care aren't challenged.
The same mistake repeated as I never require proof of these declarations, I throw my entire heart into the flames expecting an outcome different from the last.
It never changes, so now, I must change.
For what's left of the love I may be able to muster, I must protect it from another tortuous, unforgiving, uncaring, souless pretender.
I shall keep my sleeve free from my heart and determine only to protect it. No one deserves it, so it will no longer be available.