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.

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