Short or Long
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves
Short or long
We expose our hearts to the elements every day
With every hug, every handshake, every fist bump
We risk breaking a bit of our hearts off
To us, heartbreak is not an event
It is a daily possibility
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves
Short or long
Every touch, every kiss, every glance in our eyes
We risk revealing too much as our quickened hearts match the beat of the ones we love
In a world where prey is predator, where a house of solace can easily become a house of sorrow, our hearts remain exposed
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves
Short or long
These suits of pretense we use to hide our vulnerability do not cover the fear in our voice, the lowering of our gaze, the anxiety in our steps, or how deep the rage we can not express is when each passing moment, our hearts are broken by people who have no hearts to wear anymore.
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves
Short or long
Our broken hearts are just pieces of a larger puzzle, each of us having pieces from other broken hearts. We can not see the picture clear if we carry on alone. Find each other, see what parts of the broken pieces fit.
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves,
Short or long
Let’s heal together.
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