Start to Sew

Despite countless arguments

with my best friend

about whether or not 

I have a heart

I do think I have one.

It's just so battered

and broken

that it's barely recognizable

and I hate people seeing it's condition.

And I'm afraid

that if someone sees it

they will tell me it's beyond fixing

and it is better left untouched.

So I keep it under lock and key.

Except...

Maybe...

just this once

I'll give this person the key.

I only hope they'll take a look

and instead of walking away

they'll hold it tenderly

and start to sew.