A two minute write

I'll grab my glove and my heart
Find someone to play catch with
Every time it hits the inside of the glove it'll hurt a bit because my heart is sensitive but don't tell me that because I don't realize it
But with every throw into someone's glove I get a little deeper in their heart
It gets pointless and I'm bored
I need to move on so I pull out the bat
Should I let them, or should I do it myself ?
I'm up to bat and my heart gets thrown back at me
It seems invincible but that's what I like to think
My grip is so tight and my legs are ready to throw all the power in my body up my arms
The bat makes contact with my heart
And the pitcher disappears
My heart is laying broken on the ground
The shock that went thru me breaks me and I fall to my knees
I'm lost
What just happened
I don't realize what I just did
I pick up the pieces and glue them back together
It takes me about the same time that it takes someone new to come around
But in the mean time my poems are amazing and heartbreaking
People admire my work until I'm happy again
So I let that person in
And let them play with my heart
Because I need pain to make something beautiful & strong