Tear in my heart

Frayed edges, like the pages torn from a careworn book, who's spine was folded once too many times. That was the state of my heart.

Once man's greatest treasure, broken beyond measure.

Ripped, scratched, like the surface of a schoolboy's desk, imbued with the chalked markings of my strife, etched upon my soul, like never to wholly heal.

I stitched you up with cotton and feather, put you together like the jigsaw of my heart. My greatest prize? You tore mine apart.

Where is my needle and thread? May someone sew me up like your much abused teddy bear? I think I may be slightly in need of some tender loving care.

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