My bruised, battered heart!

My bruised heart cannot skip a beat for you,
'cos those faint heart beats are fighting their own battle.
My battered heart cannot fight for yours,
'cos a whiff of air might stifle it again.
It's not like wearing the heart off the sleeve,
But more like having the sleeve ripped apart.
You might have come to pat the heart
or stroke with all the love that you have
but my friend it's a scared puppy, too terrified to embrace you as yet.
Some wounds take time, some need patience,
Some need care and to be medicated,
But mine need courage,
Courage to let go off that pain it feels,
to look at those scars and not go weak again.
Courage to cry it off and wipe those tears and walk again.
My bruised and battered heart..
too tired to stand next to you.
It needs some sleep, deep and sombre
to elate from all the grief.
With courage enough to face the world and may be fall in love all over again.