You've pulled the knife out only to find a deep gash that needs time to mend.
A broken heart indiscriminately bleeds all over the place. The blood pools beneath when lying down. It hits passersby. It sprays on the walls and drips onto the floor. It coats the inside of the car's windshield. It is a mess.
You lose your footing slipping along on the red fluid while unsuccessfully trying to bypass the puddles you yourself have formed. You take a shower trying to get clean but the watered down blood circles at your feet as it goes down the drain.
With each pump of the heart more blood leaks out until it eventually clots, scabs over, and then leaves a scar. The question then is this - would you take the chance again?
