Cried my heart out from your brashness.
Wiped my teardrops from my glasses.
Stitched my bruised heart back together,
harsh words hurt now until forever.

Marked now in big red letters as fragile content,
wrapped in cotton, placed in storage,
will one day brush away the cobwebs
right now though,
heart of mine,
stay fragile content,
protected by a thorny vine.