Hearts That Long To Break And Bleed

My friend likes to call my boyfriend the "Devil in my head" so I decided to tease her by looking up poems about bad habits seducing good people. This isn't necessarily what I had originally looked for, but I liked it. It talks about a woman who seduces men as a game, stealing their hearts for her own benefit, breaking the man, leaving him with nothing more to want. But then, if you look closer, you see that the woman is actually the heartbroken one, she is the empty soul that reaches to touch what is not there. She is the one who lost the game originally, forever suffering because she was left heartless, desperately trying to fill the void where her heart once was. It's a beautiful poem. Kudos to the author, Grace Minasian, she's amazing in my book.

Grace Minasian; "Seducing The Living Dead Just For Laughs"

The hearts that long to break and bleed.

I draw them in.
The desperate stare, the neurotic breathe.
These are the ones who have realized they clutch at nothingness.

I let them hold my gaze and play pretend.
They long for my counterfeit innocence
And order me to caress the emptiness and kiss their hollow words.

I play the game because I have nowhere else to go tonight.
I play the game just because I can.
How satisfying it is to see the living are not alive.

My mask lasts only up until the release
And then my true identity is revealed in gusto:
Hello!  I am the unlovable and unwanted.

Liberate the pained clenched cheeks from forced smiles
And let go.
It doesn’t matter anyway, now that you understand my place.

They tell me how beautiful she was,
How life is a lie,
And that they are lost in bleakness.

I am amused by their pathetic existence.
I ache to break their cushioned hearts into a million pieces
So they can transform into the true suffering human.

I may be the created mistake that limps from place to place
seducing the living dead just for laughs.
But I suffer beautifully.

I am able to feel heartbreaking pain.
And while they long to break and bleed and escape cascading nothingness,
I live a life more alive then them all.

“What a shame we all became such fragile & broken things…” 

-Unknown

-Thorn ♥