another bleeding heart romantic poetry piece

where’s the fun in love
when all you do is hurt?

yes its great
when its being repaid
but not when all you’re doing
is chasing your own tail

where’s the fun in love?

i raise an objection
love lost creates contention
let me draw your attention
to the angst and the pain
the sorrow with no gain

when all you do is fall,
and all you do is pray
for the Almighty to make
the world seem less grey

when recovery?
the realisation of disdain
with your self and your current
condition on display

its no wonder love makes
total fools of all who play
its enchanting snare
leaving all to proclaim “beware! beware!”
to any that hop on
to tread the same way

where’s the fun in love
when all you do is hurt?

yes its great
when its being repaid
but not when all you’re doing
is chasing your own tail

disagreement

I disagree with the resilience of the heart. The way that it never actually breaks out of aching or bitter disappointment. The way it stretches itself out to encompass the most enormous amount of love or hate to the point where you feel like it could explode BECAUSE its expanded so much you feel like the tiniest shake and you’d tear a massive hole in its thinly spread lining. And how even when your heart’s full you can always take more and give more and make more room, just that little bit extra. And then something happens and you decide its broken. Your heart that is. Only to realise that it at least is doing the bare minimum – to ensure your survival. It’s beating. The physiology is amazing but the everything else defies sense. Because if it is infact BROKEN you should be dead or inert to real feeling. But then, you’re not.

Because your heart never really breaks. It gets stretched and pulled and pushed and squished and maybe over extended. Maybe it gets a little tear now and then but then it has this annoying resilience about it.So even when you’re sworn off the thing that makes you hurt, even in that moment of solemn promise to yourself where only you’re present in front of your Lord, where you tell yourself you won’t allow yourself the luxury or suffering this sort of pain again, even at that very moment its already feeling the pain of healing.

What is the deal with suffering heart break again and again?

I think your heart should just break ONCE and be over and done with. We can comfortably live our lives with a broken heart. We don’t die of it. You can do everything you normally would except that thing that broke your heartand then you know that you’re in good stead for the rest of your life. Because that thing will never ever break your heart again.

Why does the heart remake it self just to get you to hurt again and again? I disagree.

Seriously – i think we need a reissue on this item.

a while ago

I wrote this a while ago but didnt feel it was good enough to post anywhere. I’ve since changed my mind – because this is better than antyhing i’ve recently written – ie nothing

why are words The worst way
of expressing what you’re trying to say

why do i get tangled up
why does my tongue betray

the emotions are so clear
i’m never without words to say

what i think or feel or know
its not fair

how do i make you stay?

encourage me to speak my mind
ask me what I mean to say
i can write you a song
i can write you a play

i’m smart like that…
just not playing today

there’s a strong protest
against the kinds of ways
my heart desires
the way it wants to share

whats going on inside…
you know what i’m tryin to say

i’m mumbling my words
shuffling on the spot
as you walk my way

like i never even knew
how to share my thoughts, views or demonstrate
the hopeless cause your sight has made

let’s make it easy
let’s pretend
i’ve said my part
and you understand

what throbs my heart
what shines the day

i’m glad we had this chat you know
its important coz you need to know
the bump your smile creates in my soul
its echoing
it goes deep you know

i’m trying so hard
to hold it in
i’m trying to not
fold it in

you’ve gotta let up
just let it go
lets end the rhyme
lets end this flow

i’m trying hard to walk away
to give it time
to give it space

so you understand
why i’m unable to stay

so you’ll know
what i’m trynna say

<why my tongue can’t describe   what i’m trying to say
when my heart starts rhymin   and it’s trying

when my hearts starts describing how it is   what do i say

why my tongue wont describe it   here’s what i’m trying to say

i’m crazy about you  cant you try and save
the awkward silences
the eager stares

i’m trying to describe you  but my heart wont play

oh,
so you know what i’m trying to say?

why do words get in the way
of what i’m trying to say
when my heart starts describing
it gets hard to say

its like my tongue is protesting
it doesnt want to share
all that makes me happy
… ?