"Me" is seeping through my seams

"Sit and write a letter. Pour your heart and soul onto the paper. Then tear the paper from the corner downwards. Rip the words that are your thoughts, the words that were your ideas, rip the words that were yours, then throw them out and forget. "
My shrink told me it would make me feel better.
What he failed to mention was that by pouring me onto paper by putting emotions into words that the small, fragile piece of paper would become me. And when I ripped the paper I'd beripping me.
I ripped myself from the corner downward. "Me" flowed from the seams that my maker pieced me together with, "me" flowed from the cracks that my maker failed to fill.
Then I ripped through my middle and out fell my heart. It rolled into the sewage drain.
I watched it fall and watched me bleed. I watched me fall apart and break and crack. I watched tears flow from my fingertips because my eyes were broken. I watched love pulse through me even though my heart was gone.
I felt myself rebuild, the cracks filled, the seams fit back together, and there I stood.
Why do we let ourselves be fixed when we know we'll break again?
Simple, because we love. I love you even when you dont love me. I love even though I know that someday this love will break me so badly that the pieces wont fit back together.
But someday is not today.
Even though loving may rip my heart out and not give it back, I know that without a heart love simply flows. It takes over the veins, arteries and organs and just flows. It will flow through every crack, seep through your seams, and even without a heart you will love.
So rip my heart out, tear it to pieces, but I'll never stop loving.
No, I'll never stop loving you.