Monday, April 30, 2012

My Breakable Heart

It's not a secret
That it's here

This breakable heart
This beautiful cross
This crutch
This cancer in me

It's not too much
When you carry it right

When you know how to hold it
When you're smart about it

You put a suit jacket on it
And suddenly you're a grown-up

With grown-up habits
And grown-down
Drag out
Lunacy

Stitch it back together
And they won't see the seams

Hold it in your hands
And you won't see the wrinkles

The nice shoes
The soft music
The tender trial period

Before the testing
Is done

This crack
This snap
This break break break

It's just a heart
It's just my heart

This believable
Blue
Rich
Kind
Vulnerable
Strong
Soft
Strong
Soft
Breakable
Heart

It doesn't get tougher
But the walls around it do

That's how it works
That's the trick to it, you see?

That's all you need
To know

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