On the Distribution of One’s Heart
(A Haiku Quintet)
I had given my
heart to someone who
didn’t
didn’t
know how to hold it.
Instead, they cradled
it like an adolescent
with a stranger’s
child:
child:
awkward and uneasy,
with a fear of falling
head first and snapping.
I gave my heart to
someone who didn’t
quite want
quite want
it and was surprised
when they gave it back.
They said to keep it
safe, but
safe, but
their fingers left
bruises.
bruises.
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I love this. I want to steal this. I feel this <3
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