i wear my heart on my sleeve.
i should know it's bound to be hurt if i just leave it sitting there.
you'd think i know by now, having it had a beating too many times to count.
always on the worst days possible.
then again, when is heartache ever good?
i feel like i can lose myself so easily.
if i'm not careful.
my power and independence slips through my finger tips,
while my heart just sits on my shoulder, bright and shining.
what do you have to be so happy about?
don't you know that's where the damage is done?
you can't just leave yourself out to be hung.
that's suicide.
i think it's time i put my heart back in my chest.
so fragile. so delicate.
let it be protected by the bones of my body.
but aren't those breakable, too?
what was that tacky song? love is a battlefield?
that girl was right.
guess i'll just have to find a halfway point,
somewhere along the lines of one plus one.
shoulder meets chest.
protected yet unguarded.
yes, that sounds best.
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