“ A Heart of Tears”

Part of my heart bleeds
It bleeds the tears of blood
Each drop is a memory
A memory of  unrequited infatuation 
A memory of hopeless infatuation 
A memory of shameful infatuation
I sometimes feel like it’s a curse 

A heart should never have to  sustain this torment.
The agony of people to make someone's heart dissolve so effortlessly like ice on a hot stove. 
A heart can only take so much until the damage is irreversible physically,spiritually, and even mentally. 

“Infatuation” runs with high risk, but “to love” runs an even greater risk to the heart if all doesn’t go well.
One must know if they are in danger of such torment, but how when some people hide their true intentions ?

To find love it’s apparently a game because you must seek what your heart wants,but you must listen to the affirmations and view the infatuation given to you and others.