You could break my heart

Into tiny little pieces

And I'd still pick them up

And put them back into your hands

But it just keeps breaking 

Until finally 

I snatch my heart away 

And hide it away 

To try to fix it 

With duct tape and good wishes 

Then I carry my heavy, still-broken heart around

Trying to just live life

Until I can find someone else to hand it to

In the hopes that they can heal it

Only to have the process repeat