Giving My Heart To You Poem by Chevelle Behar

my heart, the broken mess lying at my feet on the floor, peice by peice, is being picked up and put back together, being stitched together with the threads of a new love, gathering up my shaky battered heart and i give it to you, praying that it doesnt get broken, knowing that if it does, it will be the end of the pitiful mess, so i ask you to take it and keep it, 'i always end up getting it broken' is all i say as i hand it over, knowing you will take better care of it than i ever have.