Medical Breakthrough Requested, Please

With snake bites they instruct you to draw the poison out. 

It's amazing how we suffer from love and yet
I cannot find a cure for these symptoms:

- a weight on my chest, an invisible cloak making it difficult to catch a full breath
- an inability of catching a full breath, as if the air quality has become less sweet
- a sweetness now alluding me, I can hear the salt pouring out of my mouth, 
the bitter taste of "yes, it's over" of "no, I don't understand" and "I miss him. I am in pain."
- and a pain, an understanding of potential lost, an overwhelming feeling of was this not, was this not what I thought it was? Did he not see what I saw? Did he not feel what I felt? Where did I go so incredibly wrong.

How do you draw out love when it's not a poison,
when it's not the blood pumping through your heart
but the very real pushes and pulls of the universe that
power you through fair weather and torrential down pours.

I don't need a doctor, I demand affordable healthcare, a cure, 
one I can pass out to the destruction love leaves in its wake, 
to the people who need it the most - the ones too overwhelmed 
to know they can last the course, to know what they have when they had it.