Dry clean only

[wapa]

I refuse to continue
Wearing my heart
On my shirt sleeve
Tired of showing it off
Then coming home
And throwing in a pile on the floor
Where it piles up
With all the other bits of me
Only to get mashed in a machine
And tossed around
Drowned
Spun out
Only to get put into something else
To be heated to a point
Where it changes its composition
And begins to warp and shrink
No more
My heart deserves better
Ill carry it in my palm
Protected from the world
Like my own little secret
That i can share with those
Only i want to