Hearts don’t break. Broken things are much simpler to mend. Hearts, they chip off in jagged, fractured bits... And the thing nobody tells you when you give someone a piece, is that you won’t get it back when they leave. So you see, my dear, hearts can’t be fixed. They can only regrow. And all you can do, is wait.
Broken heart poetry has been speaking to me a lot lately (I'll give you one guess why) and this is beautiful and brutal and all the other pieces you find yourself standing in when love walks away.