Don’t give me your heart
What if I break it?
Don’t give me your love
What if I can’t return it?
Don’t give me your trust
What if I drop it?

What if it slips?
The fragile thing
You’ve placed in my hands
Slips through my
Fumbling
Shaking
Fingers
The clumsy ones
That are more used to shambling across a keyboard
In a complicated dance of the mind
Than brushing aside
Loose locks of hair
Your hair

Matters of the heart
Those are
Breakable

And
I don’t know what to say
To these things
These heart stopping
Breath dropping
Beautiful things
I blush and I hide and I steady my breathing because
What can I say
But
No
I’m not
Not special
I’m not
Amazing
Or anything
Of the kind
Kind
I try to be kind
Shouldn’t everybody?
And what if
What if
What if you saw
What lies in my mind
Not that I am a lie
I promised once
I will not lie
Not to you
Not about you
Not for you
But that there is more
More darkness
I am not a companion
Nursing wounds
Bringing cheer
Brightening the days
I am the doctor
Busy
So busy
Fixing the world
Holding shattered fragments
All the lives of ever and to be
In my hands
And I forget
How easy it is to forget
That I
Am not
Self sufficient
And
That the lemon
chocolate
black tea words
You give so freely
Might be
True
Of me