They tell you that you should protect your heart.
Lock it up in a glass case so no one can touch or see inside it.
But I feel I’ve opened the case for you.
Hit the glass shield with a hammer and shattered it
so I could show you bits and pieces of what lies within
the ventricles and valves clogged with the responses to unanswered questions.
As time goes on, I feel your hand moving closer
to the living organ, longing to trace it and feel
my life through your fingertips, feel what motivates
my heart to keep beating.
(as time goes on i realize i may always have my back turned and i dont see your fingers inch closer)
They tell you that you should protect your heart
by locking it up in a glass case,
but glass has always been fairly easy to break.