"Can I hold your heart?" you asked.
I gave it willingly.
You looked after it.
You cared for it.
You treasured it.
You looked past the imperfections.
You accepted it for what it is.
Then you wanted to change it.
It suddenly became a source of discomfort.
You hurt it.
You damaged it.
You criticised it.
Still you said you wanted it.
"Can I keep your heart?" you said.
I said " no"
"I'm taking it back"
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