Don’t listen to them
You gave me away
before, only
for me to be returned
in shards
inked
with memories
pulsing
with pain

Don’t do this to me
again
I’ve barely healed; look,
the scars
are still visible
even after
so long

Don’t listen to them
They’re not
friends if they’re telling you to
jump
straight to the arms of this
potential

They don’t know you,
they don’t know
what
you’ve put me through

Don’t listen to them
I’m still in recovery state,
a permanent
state of recovery,
a state still too
frail
to be given away

No, no, no, don’t
do this half way thing either
Don’t
half hold me out
hoping
that the other takes me
with care

Don’t leave me
dangling
in mid air
this way.

Do you not know
how frightening this is?
I might
fall
There’s no certainty I
will be caught.

I might
splat
and this time I may be
irreparable.

How can you trust this
faltering
hand that reaches out so
unconvincingly?

It’s hovering
in the air as if
unsure
whether to take me or to
check the time

Don’t torment me so, I deserve
better,
don’t listen to them
I’m your heart,
listen
to me!