Bleeding Heart,Scattered On Paper

I left my bleeding heart
Lying on the ground
For anyone to pick up
And someone did

I loved them for so long
But after a while it started to fade
And all of a sudden my heart ripped bit by bit

One day I came to meet them
And they said "This isn't going to work out"
And there,my heart was torn in two
Blood of my faith spilling and making me cry

I picked up my bleeding heart
Because no one else wanted the responsibility
And now I found out
It wasn't easy

I'm pouring my bleeding heart
Onto this little sheet
Scattering all the memories
Right in front of me

A ripped up photograph of the two of us
Symmetrically in half
I look at it and for some stupid reason
I begin to laugh

My bleeding heart is on this bit of paper
But I've got to make do
All I know is without love
What's the use?

Sure,it had good times
But then it's just taken away
What rule is that
Which anyone sane would want to obey?

Fine. I'm insane because I want them back.
Solitude I lack.
But the bleeding heart continues to shed liquid pours
And in this process my heart is sore

I'm numb but my aching,loveless fingers
Still want to type
So I continue to tell of my aching heart
Through this poem's rhymes.