Take your broken heart
From the cavern in your chest
Pull it out, and don't get queasy
Put it in a jar
Hide it under your bed
Never tell a soul
That you walk around without it
That you no longer walk around with it perforating on your sleeve
Until you hear a familiar melody
From underneath the bed frame
Your caged bird of a heart
As it whistles a happy song
Ready to go again
But for now
It's in a mason jar
Because
She once said my smile looked like a mason jar
And I love poetic endings