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.