please be gentle with this ragged heart.
it’s broken down & tired, but begging to restart.
to find somewhere soft to land, steadied & humbled,
& ready to guard it, as this dear heart can be so troubled.
please be kind to this still-beating heart.
i know it looks bruised & battered, but i’d prefer to consider it art.
handle it gently. take great care, & one day — just maybe — those bruises will no longer be there.
please, just look at this beautiful, broken heart.
it may not be pretty, but this is where everyone must start.
broken, mangled, torn in two — some of these pieces I can never give back to you.
that doesn’t change the fact that this little heart beats just for you, though unfinished & not entirely whole. it has beat for you your whole existence, despite failed attempts to make it beat for the world.
please don’t look at your heart & think it’s not strong. it has always sustained you, though your nights have grown long. it has taken blows & beatings, even a fall or two.
but your heart does not grow weary when it’s beating for you.