My Heart Came Clean

I never said I knew everything. I said my heart came clean. I ask like a child, still believing answers are bridges, not alarms in someone’s chest. I have street in my spine, but innocence in my hands. I may say it wrong—not mean it wrong. Don’t turn my open heart into a hidden crime. Some see a kind flower and still search for the blade, because old hurt taught their eyes to distrust soft things. What I gave: pure love. No poison. No plan. No harm. Ask me—don’t accuse me. You read me wrong. Look again. I came with love.

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