I blame my fingers
More than my heart
It speaks silently
While fingers
Loudly shout
On pages and on smartphone screens
Typing out
What my heart has tried
To keep
Under secrecy
Tearing me apart
Ripped sheets
As I push upon their mercy
No writing
No typing
No
But once it settles
Heart at steady
Fingers
Stab and jab
And so
They write
They question
They put into play
Heart
Attacks
Slows
Worries
Replays
And braces itself
For the come what mays
The consequences
Of heart betrayed
By finger stains.....

©MV