• 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,
    faster, deeper.
    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.