With my blood soaked fingers,
I try....
Try to break another piece of the stubborn cello tape
to piece together
the remains known as my heart
I fight with it,
shout at it...
let it slip through my damaged hands
that I used to ward off your attacks
when the blows became too much to stand
The scars will heal....
and a faint line will remind me
of my cello taped heart...