You Held My Heart

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Hating Him

You know the shape

Of my heart;

You’ve held it

In your open palms,

Hanging on to it

Delicately at first.



But then you squeezed

Your hands together,

Compressing all my love

Until it fit snuggly in

Your tight fist showing

Your power over me.

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