You keep a collection of broken hearts

I know because I've seen them

You keep them behind the recycling bin

In the little coat closet

Beside the hearth

I've seen the threads and needles

I've seen the stitches, every one

Dripping with red

As they try to fix the unfixable

I've seen the blood staining your coat hems

I've seen the darkness in your eyes

When you look at me

Is that where my heart is destined

To beat its final times

Behind a recycling bin

And covered by winter coats

Do me better than them, I tell you

But I know that you won't