It is true I wear my heart on my sleeve, a cuff, a bracelet, a red watch.
Counting down the time until I give it away again
just to snatch it back and hand it to another.
And every time I fall harder than the last,
Without reason, without hope
to be pushed back, punished, for loving the wrong person
And somehow I crawl back up from that blunt dark of that hole
and do it all again.
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