Damaged
Would you accept damaged goods?
Would you accept a damaged heart?
Not physically, at least I hope
But damaged in the wars of love
Could, or should I even offer such
What would you think of me?
If I tried to hide the pain and hurt
Pretending nothing ever happened
I’d be like the used-car salesman
Who filled the noisy transmission
with sawdust, to cover up
The damage done before
I’d try plug the radiator holes
But my pain would still seep out
The mileometer I’d try to rewind
But the miles done would remain
My Words, My World 
So nice to catch up with you today, Christopher. I enjoy your poetry. … And yes, I would accept a damaged heart.
Thanks Maddie, much appreciated. Hope you are well.