The Harsh Truth
My mom always told me to think with my heart
“Your heart will lead the way” she said
I wore my heart on my sleeve like every other naive teenager
Over and over and over again
My heart broke like that
My mom never told me it would hurt, but it did
Think with your head, think with your head, think with your head
That’s what I told myself
Be logical, not risky
Risky hurt
Risky caused panic and pain
The pain never really goes away
I just got better at hiding it
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