Sloughed Off Precarium

If you love, you gotta break your heart,
and break it bad,
or else it won't be worth the love.

That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

At all.

    The way I think of it requires using a different term to refer to a "broken heart" than a broken heart. What I think happens is not the breaking of a heart, more like exposing it to vulnerability, by putting it in such an uncomfortable environment. What happens to the heart -feeling wise- is similar to what you would experience if you peeled of the skin of a limb. You feel everything. Everything intensified magnified and extremely painful until that skin grows back again. 

    Why a broken heart isn't necessarily bad is because it is the only incedience that would allow you to experience absolutely everything.
To completely feel, feel with every single cell
and feel every atom that is in there to be felt.
If your metaphorical heart, resides where your literal heart is that would mean that you would be feeling every millimeter in every chamber of your heart,
every vessel,
every turn,
every angle,
and every single myocyte with every contraction and relaxation they produce.

It is the most intense feeling of all.
It is the deepest and the strongest.

     Noone should miss on that, especially that the essence of love is never truly captured without it.

     Keep in mind though that that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be very careful and extremely catious with the hearts we hold,
to keep them from breaking.

   It just means that it is okay if we got ours broken,
there is a bright sickly joyess side for it.

If you gotta love, you gotta break your heart,
and damage it pretty bad,
or else it would be as if you never loved at all.