We are all supposed to be
Self-contained, independent beings.
Don't even think of opening your heart
When you're not sure
Of being loved in return.
Missing another is anathema.
Well, I'm not afraid to love
Till it feels like
My heart is going to burst into
Infinity and beyond.
I'm not ashamed to be vulnerable!
Shame on me for being so mushy!
I love being mushy,
Vulnerable and weak.
My poor heart is
Always open to love.
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