The Little Red. Poem by Elle McKay

This is my heart.
If you don't want it, give it back.
Don't break this heart, because
- I'll break along with it.
When it leaves your grasp I'll
- know that you don't care
I'll find my heart again
- somehow.
And wash your fingerprints off.
And try to forget the little
- scratches you made.
And maybe find someone
- else to give it to.
Somebody who knows how
- easily little red hearts break.
Because i gave it to you for a reason.
A reason so deep I'm still
- trying to figure it out.
So if this little red heart is
- too much to care for
Too much to just keep warm and safe
Please do me a small favour
And point out the dent you made
- on the back,
Because I know it happened,
So that I will always remember
- who tried and
- failed to break
my little red heart.