Sometimes, I Wish I Had A Heart To Break!

broken heart

Sometimes, I wish I had a heart to break.
I have never known love; I hear it’s about give and take.

Whenever I thought I was in love, it turned out to be just lust.
And if I am to go through life without love, then I must.

Now, I am not saying that I have had no relationships at all.
I am merely saying that when it came time to end, I took no fall.

I did not feel any ache or loss that should have hit me deep.
My doomed lover would look at me as though he expected me to weep.

What a disappointment I must have been for I could not manage one tear.
And each time, I walked away with eyes, not red with tears, but crystal clear.

No, I am not bragging or pretending that this is normal in any way.
But I read so many stories of lovers having parted at the end of the day.

And each took something away with them of a lesson learned,
that even though love was once shared, in the end, they got burned.

Yet through it all; the heartache and the tears, they would do it over again;
 endure the highs and the lows and when it’s over, take it on the chin.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

And no, I am not feeling sorry for myself, I am just wondering at what I have been missing since lovers speak of having gained from the experience of love and loss and how it may be difficult, but in time, they eventually pick themselves up, dust themselves off and get back on that particular horse. I always wonder about something that has never affected or infected me, like love. And please, please do not state that I have just not found the right one and that the right one will fall into my lap when I am least expecting it. I do not wish it anyway. I am not capable of ‘deep and true’ love or I would know it by now. I have no ‘love’ to give. I am far too selfish, apparently. I have other sterling qualities, if I may be so bold as to toot my own horn, but none of us are perfect. *wink*

9 thoughts on “Sometimes, I Wish I Had A Heart To Break!

      1. Leslie, then I must pour my whole heart into my writing so that no man can claim it. LOL! I know! I know! I am SO bad! I would be too much for any man! Hell! I am too much for me, most times!

        Thanks Leslie!

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    1. I see what you mean Dr. Bramhall. I had to go to Youtube to view it another way because it stated that it is not viewable thanks to being affiliated with Lionsgate pictures.

      What inspired this poem is another blogger’s post where a woman is going on and on about just this same thing that’s in the poem you like. And I thought I would put together some of my feelings or lack thereof in the ‘love’ and relationship department. I know men probably think that I’m a GASP, ‘man hater’, but truth be told, I just don’t need them and I often find myself looking on in awestruck wonder when I hear other women talk of having problems with men because we all know that when emotions are involved, there is going to be hurt, anger, loss and the like and it just amazes me how similar the stories are. It is the same story, just insert different names.

      Sometimes, I am so glad that I seem to be incapable of expressing genuine feelings of ‘love’. It seems that I am not really missing out on much.

      Thank you so much for your comment and for the link. I appreciate it.


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