before I was stingy with my heart,
I was always hurting—

my heart was in many tough,
tiny pieces
like little pink beads
in the hands
of whoever would take it,
whoever would have
the patience to hold it,
tied as it was
to other tiny pieces
held by other careless hands
by a single black thread.
and so my heart
became a tangled web
of rawness and blackness,
and by accident I snarled
myself and so many others
in a jumble
of hurt.

and so I have become
stingy with my heart.


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