I never give half of my heart to anything. [poem]

I never give half of my heart to

anything.

stitched up like a blanket

it protects itself,

bounded together

so whole it can’t be

broken.

 

(if given away,

it is swallowed whole)

 

the stitches do not come undone

because I do not love things in

parts.

I could not love anything in

parts because what would be the

point of loving at all?

 

you’d think the strength of my heart

would keep me safe;

it only means that sometimes

I have a heart full of

all the sunshine in the world

and other times

I don’t have a heart at all.

 

(given away too much)

 

then, I sit and wait.

 

 

wait for it to come back.

 

 

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meaning behind this poem:

whenever I invest in something, whether that is a friendship or a hobby or giving advice, I always go into it with my whole heart. this is what produces some of my best creativity and best connections (like my decision to invest time in this blog!) but it also means I’m easily hurt when things go wrong. feeling in extremes means I sometimes have to distance myself from things/situations to prevent a drop in emotions which sometimes is super hard to explain to people! (because it seems like I don’t care, when in reality I care too much). however it’s part of who I am, and I’m learning to accept the fact that being sensitive is a good thing.

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