Broken Hearts: Land Of Loss Poem by Edward Day

Love is like a river that flows freely,
There's no controlling it, but some try.
There are those who show it, and demand it creepily,
Yet others toss it away and fly.
A heart is strong, and some can handle the pain.
But to those who know how to love, their heart leaks like rain.
The definition that some accept is not true love,
When what people call clingy is gone,
All that's left is a soul left floating above.
What's left of the true lover's heart is next to none.
Take a look around and you'll see,
There's pain, heartbreak, and loss flowing endlessly.
It cuts so deep the longest tunnel couldn't reach,
It's a place so dark that not even the strongest light could breach.
In the end it always seems to be the same,
The lover's change their mind and lose the game.
They're happy at first with how the other feels,
Then their hearts are left wrenching and their heart never heals.