They say hearts are meant to be broken.
They say once broken it’s tougher than before.
They say if you don’t love, your heart will turn to stone.
You’ll curl up into a corner, wither, and die.
They are talking about romantic love.
They are talking about erotic love.
Go out there, fool, and get it stomped.
Wear that enlarged scarred thing with pride.
Love as if your life depended on it.
Strike that lover like two pieces of flint and get that thang sparkin.
Woo woo woo Howl at the moon under her window, or you’re a loser.
Kama Sutra Mama Mia thatsa spicy – or else.
I say hearts aren’t meant to be broken.
To say they are is like saying kittens are meant to be run over.
That’s like saying it’s ok to treat someone like crap
because they need to toughen up; it’s a hard world out there.
That’s like saying prepare for pain because that’s
just what humans do.
I say once it’s broken, it is sore and tender, and
shrinks from further damage.
A scarred heart doesn’t pump like it should;
its blood pumps with a Lub, no Lub-Dup.
A broken heart is cracked and unsightly.
A broken heart is awkward.
I say you can love in other ways:
Like a sunset, or a sunrise, or billowy clouds;
Like steady rain on the roof, powdered snowdrifts;
Like a good book, a good movie, a good poem;
Like your children, your friends, your neighbors —
And they can love you.
I say life will go on, and your damaged heart will yet pump, though imperfectly.
You’ll start new hobbies, get better at old hobbies,
And your children, friends, and neighbors will become
even more dear than they were to you.
You may want furbabies for companionship.
You may travel and meet friends across the globe.
I say you can sop up as much romance as you can handle
by watching The Hallmark Channel or reading Barbara Cartland, or
Binge watching Sex in the City and dreaming of a date with Big.
Buy yourself a dozen roses and drink a whole bottle of champagne.
Have a Girls (or Guys) Night out and get all gussied up.
Hire a Mariachi Band to serenade you.
I say titillation and satisfaction can be solo.
If you need to get your rocks or rockettes off
there are many many appliances and gadgets.
Porn Hub can help. Or an active imagination.
Oils, music, etc. Take yourself to the spa.
Full body massage by Masseuse/Massuer.
Don’t let them tell you.
Statistics have an agenda.
Here’s a perfect video to go with this poem.