my heart is sore
it isn’t broken yet
though like a dam cracking as
it struggles with spring floods
it’s nearly bursting now

my heart is sore
its strings are tense
its beat is hardening
getting to a dull roar
it’s nearly taking flight

my heart is gone
it just tore itself apart
as it flew out of me
like my bluebird

so now, I guess
I’m just like him