I made a joke, told him that I have an unintentional habit of stealing hearts 

He said So, what? Do you just store them all somewhere 

I said yeah, something like that

He asked, is mine there? Because I think I misplaced it

I said no, I did not have it and not because I actually don't

but because I don't want to be responsible for something that precious 

I don't want to hold something that tender with my reckless and clumsy hands 

because what if I drop it ?

What if I bruise it ?

What if after my hands it does not beat as whole as it used to ?

I said no because even though I have his 

If he were to look in his pile of hearts, he would not find mine

30/30, PoetryArielle Estoria