I give myself completely to everything that I do, and everyone that I’m with.
With no reserves or safety nets I fall into these worlds.
And when they come tumbling down, when they hit a bump in the road, I am so without guard that my heart shatters into a million pieces.
My heart is left broken, apparently without repair.
I carefully pick up all the little pieces and place them in a heart shape box. I then wrap that box tightly in red cloth, so that it looks as if it never broke.
And then for some foolish and senseless reason I do it all over again. I give my heart away to life and love and believe it wont break this time.
I do this because for all the pain a broken heart brings, true love and true passion bring enough joy to mend it all.
So I rather take the risk of making my heart into a Humpty Dumpty than not ever showing the world that it exists, and not ever feel it beat joyfully in my chest.