What do you do when your heart breaks?

I can’t seem to give myself an answer. 

Do you let it break, then pick up the pieces?

Do you hold it together by your sheer will?

I don’t know what to do.

It is cracking under my skin.

Each powerful pump pushing pure blood

The Blood rushing everywhere in me

Love following the blood.

It is surrounded by a white cage,

a protector against threats

but still it cracks.

Its shattered remains are visions in my head

in the very air that I breathe.

My heart is breaking.

My world is collapsing.

My love is crying.

The one I thought I could hold.

The one I wanted to hold.

The bittersweet pains in my chest

Are not just from the fading furnace of love

But of the embrace of being alone

All alone