you knew in 5 minutes but i knew in a sentence

i'll pick up the pieces of your broken heart
torn by the hereditary pain living inside
i'll be your myocardium
stretching across to reach all the fragments
extending
forcing the internal cytoskeleton
to make the heart whole again
hoping nothing has been lost
i'll reset the heartbeat
slow at first
but, steadily, picking up momentum
from the strength that is born in times of turmoil
i'll pump the blood through your weary body
fill up all the empty vessels
and hypoxic corners
i'll be your red blood cells
i'll be your oxygen
i'll feed you
i won't let you die