Thursday, February 27, 2014

a minute for my heart

i wear my heart on my sleeve. 

this has been true about me for as long as i can remember and probably even before then, too.

and i hate it. 

because the thing about wearing your heart on your sleeve is that it gets hurt more easily than if you hide it behind a protective barrier-- like your chest cavity or your emotional walls. 

i texted one of my best friends earlier bemoaning my condition (yet again) and she said:
"Well, someone has to."

when i told her she would have to explain that one to me, she responded:
"Well, my dear, there isn't anything brave about leaving the important unsaid
Or downplaying its importance."

so, i may be brave, but i also hurt.

and i hate it. 


  1. I've told you before, but I'll remind you - it's one of the things I admire about you. You deal with shit, you know? You don't just shuff it off and hope it goes away, it's there and it's bare and you face it head on even if it hurts. I agree with (bestie) (I'm pretty sure I can guess which one said it that way too hehe) saying that it's super brave.

    But I hate that it hurts you. :(

    I love you muchly. :)

  2. How true. I would agree that bravery is knowing that it'll hurt sometimes and still choosing to have an open heart. Sure, it'd be safer and easier to put up walls that people would have to get past to know you (and love you), but then you would miss out on a lot of people that way, too.
    Plus, you wouldn't be you if you were closed off from others. Your openness is an important part of you, but it's a double-edged makes you brave/strong and fragile at the same time.
    Hope it heals over soon with minimal scar tissue. <3