we wear our hearts our sleeves,
not because we know it will be safe there,
but because it will be worth the chance no matter what happens to it.
we know that is has every possibility of being abused and yet we give everyone the opportunity anyway.
we throw it away at newfound lovers sitting idle and perfect at rainy day coffee shops.
we damage it with bad boys and girls who have no intention of keeping it beating.
we ruin it for the thrill of it all;
that maybe we'll find a bit of magic in this sweet symphony of forever,
that maybe this one will be the last time our hearts have to be picked up from the floor.
we do it because we're obsessed with the idea
of finding someone who loves us for all that we are, even if it means losing ourselves entirely.
love, after all, is addicting and we are all fools.
-S
