P.S. Dear Heart (Poem)

P.S. Dear heart,
I know there are days,
It hurts as much as the first day he broke you,
Because I'm sewing you back together with a needle dipped in glue.
And there is no anesthesia for this mending
So bear with it for a little while more, please stop crying,
By the time I'm done, you’ll be as good as brand new.


Dear heart,
When everything heals, there'll be scars left on you
Don't be ashamed; display them for the world to see
You can tell everyone how you fell apart,
But there is a happy ending to this story,
Because it only made you stronger in the end.


Dear heart,
I think they must be lying,
When they say the skin is the most sensitive part of the body,
Because you are the most delicate organ I've ever known,
And you hurt worse than bruises and open wounds.


P.P.S. Dear love,
Once, you were the reason for my happiness,
Now, you're a drug I must stop being addicted to,
I still wait for the day I can smile with my heart
So I'm closing the door slowly on you,
Until someone can walk right in,
And won't ever leave again.


P.P.P.S. Dear God,
If I could have one wish,
It'd be to believe in miracles once more.