You know what I think about the heart?

It has to be pulled apart

Because even within it

There is a window

It offsets everything, everything unshallow.

Your heart.

It is encased in a delicate glass jar

Everybody eyes it from a far

Everybody wants the key

To your heart.

Where do I start?

Your heart is not a cage.

Nor is it a musical box

Of which it has locks

Oh no

Everybody pretends to be gentle

You know what they truly are is detrimental

With all their fake analogies of being the key to you heart

Oh no

No, your heart is what it should be

The thing that holds it is

Burst into, pierced, cracked, pulled apart

Not with blatant violence, but with a fierce passion

Of someone ready to face the ugliness of the innards

Of

This glass jar.

What they will find is something

Soft.

Everything unraveled.

Like strings untangled.

Savaged just to open this jar.

Clawed into just to get through

You would realize that I have broken your jar

Allowed it to crack and shatter into 5 million pieces

Shards bouncing off the floor

Feet bleeding on the way to help

Yes, help

Bleeding feet on the way to your help

Dirty and impure, contaminated and corrupted
I just want to save your heart.