Stitch My Wounds

My heart is cracked
Broken and worn.
My soul is frayed
Bloody and torn.

But when I spend
My time with you
You take some thread
And stitch up my wounds.

You pick me up
Off the cold wood floor.
Then you fix me again
When I hurt some more.

You’re my stapler.
My super glue.
And I know you know
That I love you.

My heart is fixed
Shiny and new.
My soul is mended,
No longer in two.