Remember those nights

when i handed my heart to you
I will cry, it was almost like a ritual
a mother sending her daughter far away
knowing she might be in a better place
of security/happiness with,
the possibilities of isolation/ loneliness,
never returning to its own belonging
because after all, daughters are for departures

That was how i felt every single time

I bow down on my knees and held your hands
feeling the creases on your palms,
taking pauses in between the choking,
asking you to not break this very soul
it was a silent plea, i wished you listened
my heart was not an entity, it was a privilege
to loving you, the whole of you
that you never saw and never will -

You have not just broke my heart,
you broke my entire, the entire soul

and it was me, screaming.