Love disintigrates

Life is disintegrating.
When love has a price,
it cannot be innocent anymore.
Love crushes a heart
without thought.
It comes with no duct tape
for healing
Is it not considered a crime?
Time is forced to wait
to piece innocence
back together again.
Hearts, feelings, trust;
its never the same again.
How can one turn to another
after being broken and abused?
How can one turn to another
for comfort after agony?
My bruises press towards another
the one whom
has never left innocence
How will true love be found
if never been hurt,
if it does not know what is better?