Now... I put my heart back out on my sleeve and it got poked. Not poked in a good way.
Since my heart has been out wandering around, it's grown... Maybe to a normal size heart. And now... It won't fit back in it's box.
That's fucking awesome.
It's just going to be out there on the loose getting poked, prodded, kicked, stepped on and gum stuck to its little heart shoes.
I have a good heart, I know that, that's why I've guarded it so closely... I suppose it's the rest of me that's not worthy.
How does one get their brain and their heart on the same plane?