My heart in a blender, whirring round and round, aching and pounding, till it can’t make a sound.
Once whole and beating, now broken and torn, all because of love, that left me forlorn.
The sharp blades they cut, through flesh and through bone, till my heart is in pieces, and I’m left all alone.
But still I keep going, despite all the pain, I’ll put the pieces back together, and love once again.
For though my heart may be shattered, and my soul may be bruised, I know that love is worth it, even if I’m abused.
So blend me up, heart, and break me in two, for in the end, I’ll be stronger, and love will pull me through.
-Scott Leopold