I wanted to rip my heart out,
Hold it in my hands,
For me to understand it.
Then place it on theirs,
For them to understand me.
I wanted to speak,
But I couldn’t find the right words,
I wanted to express myself,
But I didn’t know how to explain,
I wanted to love them,
But I didn’t know how.
I wanted to be honest,
But they made it so hard.
And I couldn’t help but wonder,
What made tit for tat my justification?
Was it my mind trying to protect me?
Or was it my heart trying to be happy?
Yes, I wish I had it in my hands,
Because then, I would be able to read it.