A broken heart is really a right of passage. A badge of grief. If we live long enough we will all experience a heartbreaking loss. Even in grade school a classmate moves away and we are broken. We can attempt to harden our heart but it will break just the same under the right conditions. We suffer a loss. Suffer! But for me, I am going to embrace my broken heart. The cracks make it expand to let more love inside. So yes, <3 's are meant to be broken and that is the best good bad I can think of. Love is kind (and hurts sometime).
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
A heart unbroken
Is covered with rust
Whether dream or lie
There go I
Be broken or not
My heart will not rot
It seeks and searches
Pain reverses
It strikes it flails
In darkness it wails
Rust it won't be
The color of me
Loving out loud
Alone in a crowd
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