Heart
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Though now it is battered and bloody,
I fall in love so quickly,
Learning and feeling so much at once,
Those I love release my heart,
Letting it fall from my sleeve,
There are cracks and tears,
Yet still, my heart remains upon my sleeve,
Some have attempted,
Truly, in earnest,
To repair these injuries,
Although soon enough, they too create them,
A simple cut, turned to a gaping wound,
In only a matter of months,
My heart will be wounded,
Sporting my casual loves upon it,
I truly do not regret loving,
Though I wish my heart would cease,
Cease to love so quickly,
To trust those to repair it,
My broken heart,
That is my own,
And I will always wear it upon my sleeve
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