Is Your Heart Really Broken?

(Yes, I know "having a broken heart" is just a saying, and not to take it literal. Just, I felt like it was a good poem)

No,
Your heart isn't really broken,
Because,
If it is,
How are you alive?

No,
Your heart isn't really broken,
Imagine,
If it was,
Your heart would be charcoal black,
And spooling out,
The last ounces of,
dark and deep purple blood,
But,
as you can see,
Your blood is blue,
and it's pumping out,
Like a cannon,
and the gears are working just right.

No,
Your heart isn't really broken,
Because if it is,
Your body would be icy cold,
lined up by red velvet,
buried deep, deep, into the ground,
Your body's still warm,
like mine,
and I can hold your hand,
just fine.

No,
Your heart isn't broken,
Look at your eyes,
They're not polished and glassy,
Their almost noir colour is alive,
filled to the brim with devastation,
Man, you've fallen fast and hard,
You're eyes are still moving

No,
Your heart isn't broken,
Because if it was,
You won't be able to
Kiss me,
And hug me,
And say "I love you"
to me.