I flaunt my heart out on display,
Like a piece of fine jewelry,
Worn for all the world to see.

My heart is now worn on my sleeve,
No longer held close to my chest,
Kept far from the feelings I hold.

I now hold my heart at arm's length,
Seemingly held out for the taking,
But I just don't want it near me.

You take my cold heart from my hand,
And hold it gently in your hands,
Attempt to heal the past abuse to it.

My heart warms up so slowly to you,
Picking up speed as it's held close,
Till it's burning fire once again.

The heart begins to burn your hand,
And you won't stand the pain for me,
You let it go and run away from it.

I watch you run and watch my heart fall,
It hits the ground before you're gone,
It falters and stops, and yet you do not.

I bend down and pick up my heart,
Feeling it cool down in its death.
I replace it on my sleeve and forget.