May 2013
we entrust our hearts
to someone who we think
could keep it
but instead they leave fingerprints
and even I don’t know
who owns this mound of flesh
they call a heart—
it has lost its identity.
to someone who we think
could keep it
but instead they leave fingerprints
and even I don’t know
who owns this mound of flesh
they call a heart—
it has lost its identity.
