My heart has become so soft.
I don't want you to call mine strong or weak. I want it to just be, not a beep on the radar-yellow or red. I want my heart to be my heart and maybe the both of ours. I don't want it to be anything that it isn't. I don't want you to think it's anything but what it is. And it is soft. It is functioning. It's growing.
Let not love or hate be tarnish or varnish.
Let's not get carried away and wear it out, care it out.
But let my valves work and pump blue blood.
Goodnight.