I've come to realize—
people with good hearts
never seem to win.
They don't get the guy,
or the girl.
They get left behind,
like forgotten flowers wilting in the shade,
taken for granted,
treated like something ordinary
in a world chasing after gold.
They get cheated on,
hearts splintered like glass
in hands that never cared to hold them gently.
By the time someone comes along
who offers a love they deserve,
it's hard to believe—
like a mirage in the desert
after too many dry years.
Good hearts aren't here to win, I know.
They're here to give,
to heal,
to love without counting the cost.
But it's cruel how often they lose,
how much hope slips through their fingers
like sand
before the right person finds them.
Still, despite it all,
I wouldn't trade this heart for the world—
this heart that bleeds but still believes,
that breaks but never hardens.
It's a heavy thing,
but it's mine to carry,
and I wouldn't have it any other way.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
