My heart, you are fully broken, you have shuttered into a million pieces, you have bled to the last drop of blood, why do you still fall in love? I have no mind power to control your desires, but at least I have the mandate to question you; why don't you just give up on love and host another feeling in your chambers? Is there really any other room left for falling in love? I am enquiring about this since I know that you have been mercilessly broken to your last piece.

My heart, I have been rebuked and looked down at...