Glass heart

(over time I will add some stuff I wrote in the past)

I protect my heart knowing it can shatter

Bubble wrap it so it is safe

It is made from original fine glass

It is reveled to few people

Even fewer get to touch it

I slowly unwrap it

I reveal my heart to you

Piece at a time, slowly, slowly

Until it is striped of its protection

I let you touch it

I slowly give it to you to hold

Only for a second

Next time for two

Until I trust you with it

You see my heart is cracked

Poor repair jobs hold it together

I wince when you stroke it

You do not need to ask why

You know that I have hurt

People have broken my heart

I glue it back together

I appear to the world to be fine

But you can see that it is still hurt

I surrender my heart to you

Only you can repair it

The repair process hurts

But better when done correctly

You prepare my heart

So that I can give it to someone

Someone who will respect it

Someone who will give it back to you