For you to break my heart would mean that I gave it to you,
and this I do not recall doing.
Maybe I let you hold it for a moment,
while you captured my attention.
Maybe I let you borrow it,
to hold close on a rainy day.
Maybe I knew you needed a piece of it,
because you never knew what it meant to love.
But give my whole heart to you, willingly?
That, I did not.
Maybe I knew from the beginning,
it would never be safe.
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