Fragility
Is me handing '
You my heart,
Pumping to a song
I can’t quite name
Saying:
It’s yours.
It’s yours
It’s yours.

You can
Break it
Smash it
Save it
Lose it
Study it
Change it
Miss it
Hold it
Drop it
And I won’t
Do a thing
About it.

Because whatever you
Do to it is what’s meant
To be done anyway.
Like fate, only much darker
And stranger and wordless.

Love is
You looking back at me,
My ****** heart pumping
Wildly in your hands,
And placing it on our bed
Next to yours, which was
Waiting there for mine all along.