Survival of a Broken Heart

I know now what I should’ve known before I thought your withdrawal was to protect your delicate heart I could’ve sworn your nonchalance was an act Can’t believe you were actually my heart’s executioner My heart nearly died by your hands but it survived Indifference came to my defence and once again my heart froze Love like life is survival of the fittest, though few survive The heart can only be broken so many times before it’s irreparable So then what does it benefit to place such fragility in harm’s way? Is the temptation of being in love really so irresistible? Picking up the pieces once again has taught me the essence of Love A vicious incurable infection which deprives the mind of reason And fills it with desire for an unreachable ideal long sought after I have fallen prey to this disease, its touch decaying my heart My once stable heart fell to pieces before my eyes But through the intervention of indifference it regained its form And once again it’s become icy cold and unmoved by emotion Though you may think this sad and even pitiable I will keep my heart on ice until I’m sure of its solidarity once again This I’ve decided as a survivor of a broken heart