i fall in love with hearts like mine
achingstitched up with pins and needles
i stuff them like pillows with affection
but my brokenness leaves glass shards in their cozy cushions
they rip and tear
i sew them together with red and black threadi cut my fabric heart open
to expose a fleshy, beating beastand bleed out once more
to punish myselffor the damage i did
to their soft souls