Hearts Are Meant To Be Broken

Sometimes hearts fall apart, get broken, can never be mended in life, taking steps to protect our hearts does us no good, because they are meant to be broken. Even though our ribs were made to protect them, it was only from physical harm not emotional, there's no way to keep pain or sorrow from entering our hearts. Pulsating with our life-blood, means our hearts will always feel effects of heartbreak and grief, it does the only thing possible, letting us feel emptiness, loneliness, desperation that enters it's chambers. At times we think our hearts are going to burst, yet somehow they hold onto it all, using drops of tears to help us ease effects of our emotions and feelings. Even then we exist in darkened caverns, not really living, just existing in a nether world beyond our beings for a time. Protected in this other dimension of existence until we can again assimilate, getting back to finding our way through reality once more.