Heartless And Heartbroken Poem by David Hockaday

Through our actions
subconsciously choose
to be heartless or heartbroken.
Loyalty, commitment, and passion
to complete our satisfaction.
But sometimes we so desperate
we fall victims of affliction
but what was the addiction?
Was it jealousy or possession?
Possessionmistaken for power.
Most rather be leaders than followers
but does power last forever?
If it does,what happens
when forever over?
Do broken hearts stay broken?
Or do we heal like Logan?
A straight line like
the lowercase ‘l'
isreally a lowercase ‘s'.
Every answer won't
always be yes.
We all want go straight
but get lost along the way
by turningright or left.
Imagine being right handed
fighting a left handed fighter
Your an quick dodger
but most of the punches still land.
Prime example of the demonstration
of the lowercase ‘l' and ‘s'.
Bewildered head spinning right and left
Life seems like a open book quiz
but it's a complex test
The path looks straight
but look hard enough
you find some curves
along the way.
Life don't have a VCR
can't rewind the tape.
Thought you could
run a mile
but your out of shape,
breathing hard after
the first lap
about to have an asthma attack
Listen to the words
I just spoken.
I just describe the feeling
of being heartbroken.
Think they love you
until they hurt you.
Is love overrated?
Is being heartless underrated?
Are we born ruthless?
Ask the master
behind the behavior
of being ruthless
as we listen
like obedient students
that dances to the devil's music.
Sell your soul to Satan
so now the lies are blatant.
To get what I want
by any means necessary
and everybody is an adversary.
Eyes are bleary
as I'm examining my reflection.
Humans are complicated like
a c-section
and I turn aside from
the positive affections.
Went from affectionate boyfriend
to abandoning her at 8 months pregnant.
You got hurt and now you hurt back
twice as bad.
To support your infant
fucking every man in sight
for some quick cash
until you catch the monster
in whichturn you
intoa monster
in which turn you
into a hunter
and every man is a deer
you killby letting
them give it to you
in the rear.
Loyalty is rare
in this world
you can die anywhere
but how is that possible
if God is everywhere?
Wishing on a miracle
for being spiritual
turns you suicidal
after you have remorse
for beinghomicidal.
Wishing on a miracle makes you desperate
seeking unnecessary attention
looking for affection
in the wrong places
which leads to
tears out of faces
in which you are
now invasive
so you seek revenge
with everybody
you have static
with.
Is retaliation
more potent than
forgiveness
when your heartbroken?