Heart

You hold my heart in your hands
You didn’t choose to, I gave it to you

My heart is yours, for you to do as you will

You hold my heart in your hands
Don’t squeeze it, and please don’t tease it

My heart is yours, for the tears you’ve spilled

You hold my heart in your hands
Your anger so hot, your voice so shrill

My heart is yours, for the trust I’ve killed

You hold my heart in your hands
Spotted with age, fingers gnarled with pain

Through all this, you still hold my heart in your hands

Microfiction for Scifantor, June 2016
Theme: Heart