Dec 2018
You stretched your arm forward
and held out your hand
I tore out my heart
gave it over and waited
for you to tear it apart
._ ._ ._
But you took it
and placed it on your sleeve
although I hoped that maybe
you could hide it in a safe
and take care of it for me
._ ._ ._
And so there it stays
my exposed, beating heart
you wear it on your sleeve
vulnerable ._ ._ ._
and you take it with you whenever you leave.
and held out your hand
I tore out my heart
gave it over and waited
for you to tear it apart
._ ._ ._
But you took it
and placed it on your sleeve
although I hoped that maybe
you could hide it in a safe
and take care of it for me
._ ._ ._
And so there it stays
my exposed, beating heart
you wear it on your sleeve
vulnerable ._ ._ ._
and you take it with you whenever you leave.
I fell in love... And it made me feel vulnerable. More vulnerable than I ever felt in my entire life. It makes me scared. But in a good way, I think. Or at least I hope.
