I still believe..

 Mock me not oh world
Mock me not for having loved and lost.
Putty I was in the hands of a woman
A plaything discarded as worthless even.
Gave up for love what once I cherished
Admonished and chastised by those beloved.
The threshold I stepped over
To lose many forever.

Yet why do I still believe
Still believe in the magic of love?
Why does rejection not fill me with disgust
For a word which has given memories harshest.
With bated breath true love I await
Evoking within ridicule and scorn.
I still believe in this "lost cause" 
For what would we be without our flaws..