keep my heart in a mason jar above your bed take it down and look at it from time to time
then watch with a frown on the day the jar slips through your fingers and plummets to the hardwood with a crack & a shatter
"sorry" you'll mutter with an almost interrogative inflection but you won't pick up the shards you'll stare blankly at the contents - my heart it's messy, not what you wanted
stains from the girl with the mason jar heart will haunt the floorboards and echo in the walls and you'll wish you'd been more careful when you had her in your hands