Bleeding Puddles Of Glue

The open heart beats
Open for anything.. anyone
The open heart bleeds
For something.. someone

My heart bleeds puddles of glue
Trying to run and mend with you
Its thick consistency grabs tight
but the force of resistance puts up a fight

How right this feels
How might this be real
I need to mend you
I need to mend myself

Together we can be one
No jagged edges
No apparent scar
Just one single mending heart
Beating for the sake of what’s ours