Take your broken heart
From the cavern in your chest
Pull it out, and don't get queasy
Put it in a jar
Hide it under your bed
Never tell a soul
That you walk around without it
That you no longer walk around with it perforating on your sleeve
Until you hear a familiar melody
From underneath the bed frame
Your caged bird of a heart
As it whistles a happy song
Ready to go again
But for now
It's in a mason jar
Because
She once said my smile looked like a mason jar
And I love poetic endings

You sugar-coat our future
With a cotton-candy kiss;
A sweet slip of tongue,
A chocolate press of lips

Your eyes yield a bittersweet gleam,
Your hair, tangled with icing grease,
But things are never what they seem,
Everything must go, all things must cease

My dear, your love is sweeter than all things sweet,
Your touch softer than all things soft,
I feel high on sugar when our lips meet,
But to a sugar low we are opt.