There are no mechanical replacements for broken hearts
No bypasses for a love betrayed or denied
Even when it feels like your chest has been cracked open
And your heart has been ripped out
All we can do is grow scar tissue
Become a little more cynical
In the realization that Hollywood is all about illusion
Camera tricks and crafty angles
Harlequins masquerading as the girl or boy next door
Because we don’t understand what love is
We don’t listen to those vows
About richer or poorer, sickness or health
Or if we do, we don’t believe them
Since we trust in the promise of happy endings
With stirring crescendos of romance uplifted into gossamer clouds
We have been indoctrinated with ideals
Fantasies of impossibilities
Unreal as any misproportioned Barbie doll
Or glossy airbrushed photo spread
So disappointment is a foregone conclusion
When we don’t measure up
To unmeasurable visions of dreams
Based not on love but greed
How can we when we are trained in selfish fantasies
Instead of hard realities
Dragged dirty through a thousand tragedies
Tarnished by time and fate
Until we no longer recognize the truth
Of mutual support and shared attention
Comfortable love whose soundtrack is heard through an open window
Elastic enough to bend, not break
David Trudel © 2013