A poem about love

I offered you my heart
And you took it
And held it tenderly
For 8 months
You said you would keep it forever,
But then one day you tossed it on the gravel
And there was nothing left except an unshapely mass of sinewy strings.
Then you threw the remainder back into its cage
Where it sits now, trying to put itself back together
And you told me to get over it-
That healing takes time,
But time is not a surgeon
It can only do so much.
The scars may fade over time,
But they will never go away.