I wear my heart on my sleeve,
But please, don't misinterpret my emotional ravings to mean that
You know me .
I have a dozen different hearts,
I can change them like cuffs

That's why I don't guard them
too closely.

I'll cut myself open,
Spill my guts in an instant,
Because
Answering your questions,
Before you can ask them,
Is how I control
which ones
get asked.
I'll tell my sad story with a joke at the end
nail the timing
I guarantee you they will only remember
My laugh

I am open to the point of being closed
I am open to the point of being closed
I'm a theme park with gates left unlocked for so long
that eventually
nobody goes.