Tears of a broken heart

the sound of a scattered heart
the deep feeling of pain
the feeling of being naked and ashamed
“What do I do now?”
“How can I heal from this?”
“How many times must I be broken?” asked the heart
“Can I ever be whole and beautiful again?” A deep cry of pain escaped its ventricles.
Left in the cold, all it wants is the warm logic of the brain.
Maybe, just maybe, that will help.
“Oh! How I wish I listened to the brain!”
“Oh! Foolish heart, when will you learn?” The heart spoke regretfully.
“Will there ever be another chance at love?” A cold feeling went through its arteries at the thought of love.
“No, I am done. This love business isn’t for me.”
“I will move into the innermost chamber, where no one will ever know of my existence, and surround myself with veins and ventricles so I will be impregnable.
Slowly, the heart moved into the wall it built for itself, never to open up again.