Defeated Heart
#1 of Dark Poems
This is a poem I wrote quite some time ago during one of my early, long distance, relationships. Fair warning, may not be all that great. I was not very kind to myself, and sometimes others, at the time. (Edited to add a missing part to the poem ending)
My brains says to move on
To accept that its chance is gone
To know who lost and won
But my heart doesn't want to know
That the curtains have dropped on this show
Maybe it's just waiting for more
Waiting for the crowd to call 'encore!'
What it doesn't know is this
The crowd completely missed
What the show had been about
What it believed without a doubt.
The crowd grasped some part
The story of this heart
It didn't like what it heard
And left without a single word
This heart's been rejected
Its agony perfected
Its dreams shattered
Its pieces scattered.
My brain says get a grip
Get a thread and mend the rip
But my heart's in denial
Its self-imposed exile
It continues to weep
And regrets that it took the leap
To say aloud that it's in LOVE
And believe luck watched from above.
All the while it didn't heed
That no one cared for its needs
And now it's been woken
And brutally broken.
Nobody called the nurse
So now it awaits the hearse
To come and bury it away
Because now it can't even pray
The crowd laughed at its grief
And expected it to get relief
Well, here's a new flash
It felt like a car crash.
It got what it deserved
To even have had the nerve
To think it might be accepted
White it knew it would be rejected
The brain was right all along
My heart is right where it belongs.
Where it can't be seen or heard
Where it can't fly off like a bird
Where its ugly form is all it'll see
And never in false hopes, believe.
Where it will think it has moved on
And engage once more in hopeful song
Just to realize it's unwanted
And by the reality, be haunted
Where it will wither away
Craving for one happier day.
Even though it won't tell
I'll tell you that it fell
It failed to own the crowd
When it proclaimed to be in love aloud.
Now it's dying
For love, crying
Well, accept it, believe it:
You've been defeated.