Bruised is my heart

Somewhere we went wrong and it hurts

And now

My heart

It has dents in it

It pumps red

But not the same as it used to 

Bruised is my Heart

It’s different now

The vortex has wreaked havoc

A trail of destruction leaves bread crumbs

Led away from happiness

Bruised is my heart

It has holes in it now

A spackle repair kit might help

The tears speak freely still and they stain my cheeks

Willing them away is not working

But

What if I had two hearts?

And when one is broken and bruised and crying

I can get a socket wrench and replace the break

Twist the tool to the left and loosen the bolts holding on so fiercely

Gently will the bruise away and put in a new, fresh and red heart

That pumps it all, every drop of life

Pat…pat pat…pat..pat pat

So it can beat happy for a while and the old one can heal

I like that idea

So does my heart