My heart is starting to look like my converse.
Dirty and worn, but fully functional.
No holes.

My heart is starting to look like my notebooks.
Missing the cover and a few pages here and there,
but, still full of plenty of worthwhile content.

My heart is starting to act like my cat.
really means well and playful
but, isn’t very good with strangers
or people in general, really. 

I guess that it’s a slow build.
Two steps forward and one step back, is still movement.
I know it’s not the saying, but I’m an optimist.
I fuck up less often than I get shit right.

Bad things come in threes and I think I’ve bought myself some time.