Cunning Lover, Cunning Heart

 
After a heartbreak 
or ten,
the heart has
become as cunning
as those,
which it loves.
Every time
it breaks,
it shatters
a little harder,
every piece
a little sharper.
So be well warned,
the blood on 
your hands
will not be mine. 
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