Heart in filthy hands

Picture by my sister

He had your heart in his hands,
Those filthy hands...
He looked like a maniac outside
But in the end,
He was as sweet as a friend.
He didn't want to hurt you, specially your heart
He wanted to call you and have a new start
You hurt him and he ran away
He had your heart and then you say
"Come back!" and then he stops
"You have my heart!" and he stares at you
He get's close and reaches his hand
"Here..." he said "I give it back..."
You smile at him and close your eyes
You close his hand and he get's surprised
"Keep it..." you said "It's yours..."
He looks back up at your face without knowing what to say
You continue smiling as if nothing changed
He grabs you, hugs you and starts to cry
You ask "What's the matter?" a bit confused
And he answers "Thank you." a little shy.
You start smiling again and hug him back
"You don't need to thank." that's what you said.