Young Writers Society

I have held the hearts of many in my hands.

Some have given a piece to me when I was a child.

I was but a young one, unacquainted with love.

Thus, my treatment to them was not mild.

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Now as I grow older, more come.

Some I am forced to break,

To protect my sanity

And for my safety's sake.

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Others I close my fists

Making sure not a single fragment

Of their heart is in my hands

To avoid any disagreement.

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It is tiring to do such

Because for some you know

They put their heart in your hands

Hoping they get something in return.

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Yet you came and for once,

I find my hands open wide

You are unlike the others,

A compliment from my side.

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You were the one who's doing

Every single thing right.

Caring, protective, kind,

Talking to you is a delight.

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I have also suspected that you

May have feelings towards me

Although assuming is never wise,

Because it's prone to misunderstanding.

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But I tremble at the fact,

That my open hands are not empty.

For in place of nothingness

Is my heart, beating rapidly.

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With clammy hands, I withdraw it

Before you even hear a beat.

I breathe in and out as you give a smile,

And my heart returns to a normal beat.

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I've seen too much instances

Where boys break hearts into pieces,

To the point of no recovery,

Where no medicine is of ease.

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I am already content with this friendship.

And if the Lord wills it

To stay this way,

So be it.

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If He has more in store, 

Then may it

Be in His perfect time,

So be it.

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Thank you for the friendship.

Your actions are much appreciated.

For showing me a glimpse of how

I should be treated.