Heart On My Sleeve

My feelings were etched upon my skin for the world to see

and you left as soon as I got the chance to tell you with my lips

I guess I was a stupid girl for even trying to get close to you

I guess I didn’t want to believe the rumours were true:

“he’s a bad boy, don’t get involved with him”

“he will crush your heart and make you feel like you’re nothing.”

But I told you how I felt about you and held my breath

and in the next heartbeat; you left.

 

These scars are etched upon my skin for the world to see

and I guess that means that they define me

I guess I was a stupid girl for turning to the blade

but that doesn’t give you the right to send me hate

“push deeper, nobody needs you”

“everyone will be happier when your life is over”.

Yes, in the past I made some mistakes

but in the past is where they have stayed.

 

And I’ve always worn my heart upon my sleeve

but I’ve yet to discover where it’s gotten me

so I will return it to where it’s supposed to stay

inside my chest, locked and chained.

Reviews

[DarkFantasy]

The pre-'I am emotionally unavailable' stage. Feelings are often abused. Love and trust, taken for granted. Nothing explains that better than the last two lines of your poem.

[Ruth]

Saddening when this happens, the vulnerable do tend to wear the heart visibly...trust is a gift and when broken, well, never the same, powerful write hon xo

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve cause those that do experience more joys in life, we also experience hurt, but like they say "No pain, no gain."
Love is the greatest risk we take but has the sweetest rewards.