I’m made of rubber
Worn thin over time                        
Used over and over                                            
again.                                                                              
          
My heart is elastic,                                                                                    
It snaps back into                                                                      
Place, but it breaks                                                
When your blade gets                
Too sharp.

I feel like a balloon,
Floating some days                                                      
Then punctured on            
others.                                              

Mend me,                                                              
Breathe me                                
Back to life…