The boy didn’t know.
He didn’t know the name of the girl.
He showed up to the party with a tray of lasagna that his mom made.
He didn’t expect to see her there, with her yellow sundress and red lipstick
He fell in love
He asked her her name, she silently whispered it to him
He thought it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard
He loved her from that very moment on
She was afraid
She held her heart in her hands because it had been cracked so many times before.
The boy eventually got tired of asking for it
and he left.
She didn’t want to get hurt again
She didn’t want to lose her heart this time because it took way too long to find it the last time
It was painful, walking around without a heart.
Her body ached for it every moment of every day that she couldn’t find it and she
looked and looked until one day she found it once again
Now the girl, she holds her heart in her hands so it doesn’t fly away once again
so that It’s not taken away
so that It’s safely cocooned in the warm crevices of her fingers and she
doesn’t realized how hard she’s holding on
the girl, holds her heart too tight.
the girl, is squeezing it so hard that she doesn’t realize that she can’t breathe
she doesn’t realize that she needs to let go, just a little bit.
she’s hurting herself
she can’t squeeze so hard … can’t she see?
can’t she see the damage she’s doing?
She can’t see.
She’s blinded by the broken heart she so dearly desires to keep in one piece
she needs to let go,
because if love doesn’t take her heart the next time
if she doesn’t give it away
or let it fly away on it’s own
she’ll squeeze too hard and break it herself.