Blind

How can our hearts be so blind to reality?
The heart wants what it shouldn't;
it wants what is repulsed by the mind.
The heart seeks what it can't have
and tortures your every day, your every minute.
The heart so strongly loves,
yet is so easily broken.
The heart gives generously to those it loves
and cries when it does not receive.
The heart heals its wounds and puts up a barrier,
one that falls more quickly than it is built.
The heart triumphs the mind
and creates misery and suffering.
The heart attaches itself to another and remains,
even when the other moves in a different direction.
The heart is capable of feeling everlasting love,
but may never feel this in return.
"Love is grand." ???
Love is Pain. Heartache. Depression.
Love is Tears. Hopelessness. Suicide.
Love is Bloody. Messy. Dirty.
We blindly spend our lives walking around
with our hearts leading the way.
Without ration or intelligence present,
we set ourselves up for unhappiness from the start.

Foolish

I cannot weep,
I cannot feel,
I cannot be who I was before you.
You've stolen my every thought,
my heart, my sanity.
Why must I feel this way for you?
You didn't even care for me that much.
You used me,
took advantage of me,
you lied and made me a fool.
Why would I miss being with you?
Blinded by my own naivity
I let you get away with it all.
Thousands of tears fell
over many days and
I am still mending my broken heart.
I see you and my heart flutters.
What do you think when you see me?
Does it even phase you?
Do you regret the things you did
or didn't do?
If I could know how you feel about everything
I could find closure.
Until then,
my wounded heart will never be repaired.