The heart is not as fragile as we think.
It gets stomped on,
choked,
sliced & diced,
**** & spat on,
that ain’t so nice.

We spend countless ours,
inking words about heart break,
writing about how
we’re never gonna make it,
our worlds are at a standstill,
it’s killing us.

Yet strange,
how we manage to get back up
& do some of the same silly things
all over again.
Seems some of us learn,
some of us don’t.
That’s the way love works.

It’s a crap shoot
with lots of magic mixed in.
I still have some dreams,
look for what
some call a soul mate.
Fate lies around every corner,
perhaps, in the next date.