Hearts break as easily as little doll legs
How reckless of us to carry such a fragile belonging in our chests
And tie to it many heavy feelings
That often pull it down and stretch it to the ceiling
I wonder how it feels
To carry a cracked thing inside of your rib cage
And stuff it down behind each smile
Along with many packs of overused band aids  
How embarrassing it must be
To have to patch it up in public
Whenever the **** thing has a puncture
And leaks out over everything

How grateful I am for my untouched heart
That beats soundly in my chest without any harm
But those who lay in piles on the floor
With broken valves and countless tares
Look back up at me shaking their heads
For their hearts have felt
But mine beating but dead