Sleeveless Heart Poem by Silence Dogood

They say I fall to easily.
That I can't make up my mind.
That my heart was made to be broken.
And will soon heal with time.

They tell me that my heart.
Is easy to be found.
Snatched away by petty thieves.
And smashed across the ground.

They tell me that I should keep it.
Locked behind closed doors.
Bound by chains with no key near.
So that it breaks no more.

They tell me that I'm easy.
A victim for the boys.
That my heart is the greatest treasure.
But is treated like a toy.

But thats what I deserve.
For wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I shouldnt find the right man.
To who does not decieve.

And until I wear it in my chest.
Protected by my ribs.
My heart will always be won.
To whoever holds the highest bid.