Tuesday, January 21, 2014

I handed you my virgin heart
unbroken, wide open, whole.

You took it
not understanding
 the gift I gave.

You were careless
because you were afraid
and did not know
how fragile love could be.

Now you have handed it back.
Broken. Shattered.
Covered in scars from
attempts to mend
that which cannot be repaired.

I take it.
This bruised, battered
And I hide it deep within;
out of sight,
out of reach.

Knowing now,
I will never re-gift
my imperfect heart.

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