There once was a girl who trusted too much
She wore her scarred heart on her sleeve
She would fall, she would cry, and still she would try
but in the end, they would leave
One day, a young boy offered the world
and the girl, wide-eyed and entranced,
held out her heart to him, fragile and frayed,
and in return, he gave her a dance
They stepped and they spun, not a care to be had
She invited him into her mind
As he toyed with her thoughts, she begged for more words
With each one, she grew more blind
Then, one day, she woke up and saw through the tears
that the boy had left her alone
He had taken her heart, her hope, and her fears
leaving her all skin and bones
As she saw him dance with another, she wept
clutching her empty chest
She scrawled the pain into her skin in the dark
and rocked back and forth without rest
But still a fragment of her remained
She held it gently and said,
"Never again will I give without thought."
As she wrote this story in red.