In my hands,
I hold my heart.
I tried to give it to you, but you didn't understand.
You didn't understand that I wanted you to hold it.
I wanted you to keep it safe.
I wanted you to have it because even when I hold it, it belongs to you.
It belongs to you and you are oblivious.
You don't know that when I feel your skin,
This heart momentarily skips.
You don't know that when I feel your breath,
This heart momentarily stops.
You don't know that when it stops, it is your kiss that starts it up again.
In my hands,
I hold my heart.
I tried to give it to you, but you didn't understand.
You won't understand.
Yet I will keep on trying.