My heart
Is worn on my sleeve
At all times
Exposed to those
Who can hurt it or
cherish it
Those that cherish it
Care for it like
A precious jewel
or glass
Knowing it could break
Treating it with love
and care
Holding it close to
their own heart
Those that hurt it
Rip it from my arm
Crushing it between
their hands
Blood that once gave it
life
Now covers their greedy
hands
Tearing into two pieces
Before placing it back
On my sleeve.
2013 Jennifer Dante
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