They say it’s the strongest muscle
Yet it seems so easy to hustle.
I tend to start opening it up from the start
Knowing that in the end it will be torn apart.
I see things that are not there
Most don’t even pretend to care.
I hand it over wrapped up so neat
When quickly it gets trampled by running feet.
Some have promised to handle with care
They’ll treat it like gold they always swear.
Then over time they begin to get bored
And soon I begin to feel quite ignored.
I know all relationships take constant work
But all to often one person begins to lurk.
When that happens I feel like a waif
As I realize that I’m no longer quite so safe.
I pick it up so bruised and battered
And try to remember why I was so flattered.
I am once again quite resolved
To never again let my heart get involved.
