I wore my heart on my left sleeve 

The world had it retailored 

Picking it’s edges apart 

Pulling stitches away.

I wore my retailored heart on my sleeve 

This time on my right sleeve 

It’s my strong arm, set to shield me from the perils of the world 

This time my heart was broken 

It’s part thrown in crevices and left too far for repair

 I wore my scarred heart on my sleeve and with child like cacophony I ran into your arms, starring you in the face, daring you to unscrew what’s left of it.

ADI