Wrap it gently in something soft. Something soft like your sweater. And give my heart back to me.
I’ll let you keep a few pieces. Because they’re yours, and I won’t ask what you will do with them.
But break me quickly, simply, honestly. Break me so I won’t shatter like glass. So that even when I no longer love you. I will love you for at least doing me this.
If you can’t promise me a forever. I won’t hold it against you. Time is not always kind, and I can’t expect it to be on our side. But promise me you will try. Try to be on my side. Just on this.
So that I know, that even if this is no longer the case, Once-upon-a-time ago, you really did love me.