Surviving Heartbreak

Unyielding Heart

The one thing I'd never change is my heart,
Though it cracks under the weight of its art.
It's a fragile thing, so easily bruised,
So easily given, so often misused.

But I love with a purity few can define,
A love that pours freely, a love that is mine.
I won't see the glass as half-empty or drained,
I'll believe in the love that gives, that remains.

For I am alive, overflowing with care,
Yet I'm tired—oh, so tired—of always being there.
I'm a lover girl, but never a keeper,
A healer of hearts, yet mine sinks deeper.

I find those halfway in, halfway gone,
Fix their cracks, then watch them move on.
They leave me half-empty, a stepping stone,
A lesson learned, yet I stand alone.

Still, I pray my heart never turns to stone,
That bitterness won't make it a home.
When my person arrives, I'll refuse to be cold,
Won't let my past make my future fold.

I deserve better; I know it's true.
A love that stays, that sees me through.
So I guard my heart, but I let it remain,
Unchanged, unbroken by past pain.

For when the right love comes, as I know it will,
I'll meet it with warmth, my heart unstill.
A love that feels like coming alive,
That makes all my giving worth the strive.

—MistakenGenius