now, i've never had my heart broken
but lately, i've been thinking maybe
you can have it broken when
it's already full of someone.
i hold this heart, fold it up,
put it in the laundry, and then, in the sun,
and hang this heart out to dry,
wrung and wore out from loving someone.
pulsing anew in my boned in cage,
i renew this old heart, regenerating,
(but they never heal completely)
they, these scars, they are complicating.
one day, my dear will realize
there are no more cells
to bring this lonely heart
bring it back to life.
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