I was cursed with a heart full of love
open and trusting
unaware and innocent
a lamb to slaughter
Better by far to be born with a hollow empty chest
a black and vacant shell
a flinty heart
Then love might find no where to rest
and turn away, repelled
But my heart is plump and inviting
and when words
like razor blades
draw their deep red ribbons into my flesh
the pain is not new or unexpected
simply the result of a heart full of love
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