expendable hearts

you don’t know pain until you physically feel your heart break & shatter into a million pieces.

you don’t know love until someone sits down & takes the time to put it back together,

piece by piece.

then,

to your surprise,

when they’re through they take it and run with it,

making it their own.

because someone broke theirs too.

you don’t know yourself until you’ve been left without a heart,

and grown cold from loneliness and rage.

then,

someone with a heart in tact comes along...

pain never subsides.

it is never gone.

we only learn to cope with it,

until we find the next sucker as vulnerable and naive as we once were.

and unknowingly pass it onto them,

and run like hell before they comprehend what we’ve done.

and the pain is crushing.

heart crushing.