I think I handled my heart too roughly,
and now it's bruised.
It's that squashed pear at the back,
the one nobody wants.
And it's not getting any better.
It's hurt and broken.
It can't hold joy the way it used to.
It's asking price is discounted,
and it longs for the solace of youth,
when mistakes were cheap,
and bruises healed overnight.
-o0o-
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