grafting

this is not my heart 
all strong and awkward 
beating at the ribs 
within me~ 
perhaps I was distracted 
when you lifted this 
once-empty cage 
to make a careful home 
for what you gave to me~ 
you hesitated for but a moment 
when you made the choice; 
you still hold mine in awe, 
unable to believe I would give 
my heart to you so easily; 
you stare and cup its 
purpled beating, 
careful not to let it slip 
through your thick fingers, 
unsure of how to 
sew it up within you. 
when you're ready 
to let it thrive,
when everything sinks in, 
I'll help you make a home 
for this piece of me:
fragile, patch-ridden, still-hurting~ 
aching for you to mend it

They say when you fall in love, you give your heart away
to a person. How strange it would be, were this truly
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