kashbutta x a broken heart.

if I could...I would hug your heart.
I'd grab the peroxide, kneel by its side and tend to its every need.
brushing the dirt off its wounded knee.
and bandage it.
cotton swabs, neosporin and medical tape to the rescue.
it sounds stupid, but I swear dear heart I never meant to hurt you.
it's almost like you're my child, although I know I gave no birth.
but I taught you how to love again, and then forgot your worth.
its almost like, for a minute I was temporarily blinded,
you were hiding,
like the love was lurking but I couldnt find it.
only thing wrong with that equation is that it was always there...
unmasked and visible to the naked eye.
never unprepared to care.
ready for love.
but not ready for war.
not ready to break.
but regardless of my intentions
your heart is torn and scarred.
i wish your heart could notice sincerity, though believing me is hard.
all im asking for, heart, is forgiveness.
for one more chance, and one more try.
with no more hurt, and no more cries
attatched.
just a pure...untainted...love.



Heart, I see all of your scars.
and according to how deep they're cut, they won't heal soon.
but they WILL heal.
if without help, probably not fast.
probably not well.
but WITH help, they'll disappear.
and you can go back to how we were.
and we could go back to how we WANT
and if and when you're in the shape to try this all over, heart
im willing and ready...with band-aids.