Heart on My Sleeve

 
Here I lay,
torn and confused,
with my heart on my sleeve,
and fear in my shoes.

Afraid to feel, 
tired of being alone,
unable to trust
until trust is shown.

Not wanting to rush,
or move too fast,
for fear of repeating
mistakes of my past.

All the lies and cheats,
and wanting to believes,
have left a huge tear
in this heart on my sleeve.
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