My heart is a bruised fruit
Half rotted
that I have preserved So well
that to the touch
It feels like glass
Strong glass that won't shatter
If you were to squeeze it
Or throw it against a wall
But none of that matters at all
Because it's made of matter
That matters
that's all that matters
After all
I have made my heart harder
Because it's only half of a whole
And there's a hole in the center
That renders it hollow
I know it's hard to swallow but it's true
My heart is softer in the middle
So it's frail and brittle
But I hardened it to give it to you
I made it harder so it couldn't break
But it's still soft
I thought I was smarter
And I could never be a martyr
But at the end of the day my heart
Breaks in two
And all it takes is you