two hearts

my heart

pieced back together

and repaired

over and over

with cheap glue

and weak tape

perhaps a lot like yours

unless

yours is welded

into shape

reinforced

letting no one inside

get them first

before they get you

so...

we both hurt

we both fear

but for different reasons

your steel beams

and solid concrete walls

exist to try and protect you

from your fear of rejection

and the possibility

of another broken heart

while i am only afraid

that i may never get the chance

to experience true love again

and take that risk

even if it means

patching this old heart up again

one

more

time

...

death wish.

you say

maybe

as much as i would like

to be kind

and smile

maybe is no answer

that i can accept

you need to know

this means everything

if it means nothing

and as long or short

as we may believe life to be

it is what it is

everyday

i stand here

day in

day out

and even when you push

i remain

you can ask me why

but i will do as i will do

i can only hope you feel

that i am real

because i know that i am

they can ask me

tell me

threaten me

with a loaded gun at my chest

to leave you behind

and forget

but the truth is

the slug would hurt

much

much

 less
...