Heart Breakers Poem by Solitary Zealot

-Why is my heart always to be crushed by you, I say I love but you only laugh, And in the end sorrows tear my day away-
Hearts are not toys,
As for pain is not fun,
Hearts are not objects,
Rather a possession in which one stays bold,
So why do children break hearts?

Pleasure found in another’s pain is sadist,
However sorrow defined by one’s solitude is insane,
Taking the lonely and mending a heart for a while,
Does hurt more than heals,
Loved and loss is but fools word,

Love is not taught through text,
Nor by word,
But by Self-value,
So breaking hearts is more than compromising ones ability to love,
But ones knowledge of truths

So you Heart Breakers,
I’ll tell you words that be harsh,
You do more than crush a heart when you pity yourself,
You kill a mind and hender a spirit,
Because Every man and woman’s will,
Starts with a little heart,
And ends with a little love.