Letting go

I know I shouldn't open my heart every time- it hurts so I open my skin needle goes in- and leaves only a memory of them those i live for one was a part of my life but he's gone one who I wish was a part of my life but she's moved on and I know I shouldn't open my heart because it hurts but the hurt is good- a constant reminder of life but in the end- the whole of life becomes an act of letting go