Head vs Heart, an ongoing battle uphill.
So my heart has pretty much told my brain to go on vacation and rot in some dingy hut on an island that no one has ever heard of where the floors are mud and the ceilings straw. An idea that I'm sure my brain shudders at. My heart has become overly cofident in the decisions it makes without my brain's imput. It's going to get hurt if it isn't more careful.
Perhaps if I wrapped it up tight in bubble wrap or something then when this all comes back to bite my ass it won't shatter when I hit the floor. Of course you know there is always the possibility that I won't hit the floor or anything, but experience has taught me that it has to happen like that. A sad truth that I had denied up until this point. But here I go turning into a cynical bitch again. Been there, done that. Pass.
I want to be able to not be afraid to give my heart up, but it's super glued itself to the other organs around it to prevent my giving it away again and now it seeks affection from someone who is willing to give it just to spite me. My stomach (who is appearently also in on this plot) joins in when he's around and butterflies start going absolutely berzerk. My lips are in a constant smile and it just isn't fair.
Bloody traitors...
Perhaps if I wrapped it up tight in bubble wrap or something then when this all comes back to bite my ass it won't shatter when I hit the floor. Of course you know there is always the possibility that I won't hit the floor or anything, but experience has taught me that it has to happen like that. A sad truth that I had denied up until this point. But here I go turning into a cynical bitch again. Been there, done that. Pass.
I want to be able to not be afraid to give my heart up, but it's super glued itself to the other organs around it to prevent my giving it away again and now it seeks affection from someone who is willing to give it just to spite me. My stomach (who is appearently also in on this plot) joins in when he's around and butterflies start going absolutely berzerk. My lips are in a constant smile and it just isn't fair.
Bloody traitors...