I took my heart from my chest
and gave it to you without wrapping—
no ribbon, no pageantry,
just raw,
and beating,
and yours.

It doesn’t ask for anything.
It just wants to stay—
next to your heart,
beside your breath,
near enough to break
if you ever needed to hold something
that won’t leave.

Keep it, love.
I was only carrying it
until I found your hands.