My good heart broke
in your good hands.
And I forgive you
for leaving it
behind, where it
could come together
without your hands
bleeding into it.
I forgive you for
leaving it where
it belongs, under the
lamp of our
memories. I forgive
you for leaving and
for taking your hands
with you. For my childish
heart would betray
itself in the warmth
of your hands, my love.
It would stay broken
for all of eternity to
be in the cusp of
what broke it.

My Heart is a Betrayer by Thamanna Razak

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