A broken heart is a life sentence

There is no miracle cure in progress

No magical remedy yet undiscovered

They say time will dull the pain

They say distance will ease the suffering

They mix bullshit with half truths

The truth is that a broken heart will heal

Bleeding slows down as scabs are formed

Scabs wear away revealing new skin

Ugly and discolored. Lumpy scar tissue

And it's true; your heart no longer bleeds

But your heart never works perfectly again

The end of a relationship reopens old wounds

Your maimed heart bleeds, then scabs again

Your heart grows more and more scar tissue

Until it is unrecognizable

A twisted tangle of self doubt and bitterness

Tainting that tiny remainder of pure love

Your scarred heart incapable of trusting

Knowing that vulnerability invites pain

There is no cure to restore your ugly heart

It's pure, virginal state is lost forever

What is broken may be put back together

But is never restored to its original form

Broken hearts will never love so purely again

Scarred hearts will continue to love wrong