I feel like my heart will crack and
Implode inside me
Until it forms a little lonely walnut shell:
Protected and sheltered.
Or is it my brain that needs
A harder casing than my fragile skull
To stop the bolts of humiliation from zig
Zag-ing and piercing the delicate matter?
But expose my soul
And sacrifice my pride I will,
To let you know I love you
By baring myself completely.
Perhaps upon seeing my heart
And not liking what you see, my love,
I can do no more than hope and meanwhile
Endure the stifling cloud of exposure.