You wear your heart on your sleeve,
expecting, waiting, longing,
Hoping someone would catch it from the ever unrolling fragile fabric,
unrolling, unraveling, falling,
Suddenly realizing there might not be a saving arm,
what to do, how to do it,
Catch your falling heart and roll up your own sleeve,
independence, sovereignty, liberty,
For sometimes the person you long for can in no way be yours,
acceptance, though it hurts like hell,
What's left is a groove for your arm in my heart,
forever, always
xoxo
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