Hoping for Heart Break

Hoping for Heart Break


Every February feels the same.
My Valentine heart is pure misery.
Not from regretful memories,
Or lingering pain and past love.
But forever knowing I’ll be alone.
Some often say you’re not trying.
Some say you just need more lust;
(A warm pink feeling to forget about love)
These lies in their empty-soul eyes.
I’m not numb from constant longing.
I’m not Scrooge old and crooked.
It’s just, every couple young and old
Holding and kissing and loving;
My breath gets caught and
My heart cracks sharp;
Leaking out my warmth some more
Leaving my veins a little colder
Each time I see their loved faces.
I wish maybe someday me.
Now I fear to ask but must
And not let it be set aside much longer
Can you mend this broken heart,
One that has not felt love?