I give you my heart,
in all its broken-ish glory.
Do with it what you will
(please be gentle)
but know it's yours for as long
as I can give it to somebody.

But I know that I'll say stupid stuff.
All too often.
And I know that love is work.
And that I didn't.
But I need you to know,
I have a broken heart too, love.
And maybe that's what we need.

Just two broken hearts and some time together.