Perfect Heart from Best Wishes by MAITA

These wrists they are but fragile things They twist to mold to company

And shaky hold up any two things Balanced blindly, bending rashly
And if them tendons bruise so be it

I repair them after every use, so be it
These hands they write down everything On feeding patterns and breathing cadence Comparing notes with poets of last century They say honey, you’re temporary

And so are you, so be it

And if you choose to be alone

I’ll break even
And all the lonely parts

They won’t speak, they won’t speak, they won’t speak
 And all the Angry parts

They’ve hidden their teeth deep in the dark

And all the selfish parts

They take what they get and they hold their tongues And this Perfect heart

It does what it does
These legs they take on all the world

They’re strong and they do what they’re told Walk thirteen miles three days sore

Reach the outskirts and go ten more

And if they must carry me from this place so be it
Cause this city holds such precious things

While it Burns the tongue and bothers sleep and Sucks me dry through my staring eye

But I learn to walk and with my body lie

And I’m lying pretty damn well these days
And if it didn’t sell I was keeping it anyways
If he ran away I was sick of him anyways, so
And all the lonely parts,
They won’t speak, they won’t speak, they won’t speak And all the Angry parts

They’ve hidden their teeth deep in the dark

And all the selfish parts
They take what they get and they hold their tongues
 And all the Broken parts

They’re set and they’re taped and they get it done and my Two clear eyes
They’re painted vacant, they do not defy And this worn out line

It suits me just fine let’s not waste our time Oh I really did try

No matter, no matter, it’s fine because this Perfect heart

It does what it does

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