Hearts Lost In The War Of Love Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Love, figuratively
Silently speaking
A mirage's partner
Bonding with
The void of calamity
The emptiness
Of Vanity's offering


Into the deceit
Lines formed
Ideals, born
Shallow depths
Crying for attention
Even though everyone
Has always been there


A fictitious event
Actors trying too hard
To say everything is real
While only sharing passion
Only when its time
For them to realize
That they have everything to lose


So many cries within
Those who cherish love
By finding it
All in the wrong places
Searching for perfection
Something that was never there


Then they boast
Hiding every insecurity
Through another soul
While building them up
Never themselves
Only to finally notice
They were never
The ones who were truly loved


The narcissist gets it all
The compliments, everything


Getting their already giant ego
Built into a colossal waste
Of energy uplifted
Even when it all
Goes away in the end


So much celebrated
By those who take
Everything for granted
Never earning anything


Destroying the sanctity
Of pure intentions
Hearts lost
In the war
Of love

It is time for the soldiers
To finally come back home
It is time for them to start all over


In this world
What is truly good enough?



Hearts lost in the war of love, scorned


What is good enough, anymore?