My heart lies in your hands.
Black and blue is the colour.
A cut runs down my
heart’s face, leaving it crying
little red teardrops.
If only you would look closely.
then you will see
all the cracks that
you have left on me.
All the pain that twists
inside my heart.
The scars, are where
I’ve healed from last time.
But you won’t look close,
all you see is me happily
pretending.
