All your life you have been told
that anything you touch
will break.

So when she gives you the gift
of holding that precious thing
it scares you.

To break this precious thing,
it would be worse than all
those other times.

But don't you know that
you are a better person
than you realise?

And haven't you realised yet?
The only way you'd ever break
her heart is to give it back to her,
and then walk away.

I didn't think that I wrote poems. But apparently I do. It's kinda fun. Wonder how long this poetry bug of mine will last :)