Mousetrap Heartstrings

In lines that barely formed a page

You’ve shown pain and a strain on your heartstrings 

That have been worn down and snapped.

Rearranged to a mouse trap and hung from your sleeve.

In ten minutes you’ve shown 

More history of black days, and grey clouds 

Than in a month of weather forecasts. 

And yet, 

through the scars and through the dried up tear ducts

You talk. And you smile. And you show others

Thats its not so bad. 

And there are men 

Who have their trophies

And their husbands and their wives.

The scarless faces smiling all the fucking time.

The statuses of love and lust,

And some sort of love that seems disguised.

For most, they’d be disgusted

Looking at their own beating heart in the mirror. 

Rusted and busted.

But while yours may be hanging on just barely, beating weakly

You’ll find someone who’ll will repair it.

So keep smiling.

And keep hoping, looking at the clouds.

You’ve been through so much,

So many leaps and bounds.

And now, you may not have what you’ve wanted for so long.

But just wait, you’ll get what you deserve, because you’ve been through hell

and more.