Broken hearts destroy
the good people
that we in more naive times
romanticized we’d grow up to be
We numb ourselves
protectively from love’s sting
forgetting all the while
that we did not choose our feelings
penitent for the crime
perpetuated on us
by our own heart
love
could never live up
to its own reputation
but heartbreak
more than makes up
for the slight
and we in isolation
long for other
that longs for us
passion interrupts
and we call ourselves fortunate
-JDMJ
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