Braking my heart open?
I don't know...
I don't know how it got like this... Again.
Don't know how... no matter how much I protect and "make my heart tough" and resistant, being careful not to fly, and cautious not to dive... too deep. Trying to make him see the dangers and the risks of walking around like this: raw, red, and open. No fear to shine, never hesitant to give...
You see... It hurts.
An open chest speeding the sky.
"Protected by fairies", he promises;
"in the company of the angels", he says;
"with the energy of the purest beings"... he believes.
Yes, my dear heart... - I whisper - But you see... It hurts.
Something we are not doing right... Why would it hurt so much?
Or... Is it to be heart open always heart braking?
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