Hearts

small poem; new way to look at people

Why are there so many ways to hurt the heart?
Being fragile, some don’t know how to handle it.
It is constantly either being broken or being stretched with longing.
Some guard their hearts, making them secluded, and eventually,
the heart dies.
Others use it too frequently, perhaps for drama, or more likely,
to be wanted.
Some don’t know who to trust with this fragile hope,
so they simply give it away.
There are those who love too greatly and when the love dies,
they promise not to love again.
And then there are those who get cheated into love,
and then the heart is truly broken.
Finally, there are those who are neglected,
and merely don’t know how to use the heart.
It is hard to believe that in this world, so many of us have been hurt
solely in the matters of hearts. Delicate and pure, the heart beats
on for those who are willing to love again. But also for those who
aren’t. . Love is not for the hopeless. And love is not for the
naïve. It is for those that know
the heart is a thing to use for love, and have learned the hard way,
how to use it.