I hold your heart.
A pilfered key to
A box of thoughts and secrets.
I’ll unlock doors inside you
That you never knew were sealed.
I’ll suture wounds
You never knew weren’t healed.
A key, a needle, a knife:
The scalpel with which
I’ll save your life
Or take it.
I’ll make your life,
Or break it.
I hold your heart in my hand:
Intact and beating,
Or broken and mosaicked.
I hold your heart.