Her Heart’s in a Box

 
She’d given it away a few times already
And every time it came back with stitches
Or staples or patchess
Maybe even a leak or two
But it still worked
So she’d fix it up and give it away again
Hopeful
Maybe this time was the best time
Maybe this one was the last one
She tried to write on the box
Please handle with care
But no one really read the instructions
They just wanted to look inside
To see what she might hide
She always held it up proudly
Look at my battle scars
My stitches and my wounds
The proof that it’s been broken
And rebroken
And I’m still standing here
With this half dead offering
Because it’s the most precious thing
The only thing
That I can give you
There are bruises and there are cuts
They’re carved deep within its flesh
But maybe you can be the one to shine it up
Polish it brand new
Won’t you try?
I’m begging you
To try