She almost gets it now,
when the words are longer still,
maybe the other one was right,
and a sad song cannot kill.

She turns to him now,
where else to go?
A lonely cry
that needs a home.
She just breaks down
when she's on her own.

No one answers,
and that's ok,
because this trainwreck
swears to make it today.
She's been beaten
and she's been bruised
but bloodloss doesn't matter
because she'll never lose.

Not with a bird that
flutters in her chest,
"You should catch one,"
he says, to display with the rest-

of the pieces of a glass heart
she once thought was whole,
but now she sees the broken pieces,

and the half she bleeds to hold.