heart on my sleeve

i gave you my all,

even my heart,

now i feel rather small,

and not very smart.

for you have just gone,

disappearing from my life,

as if it was a game on,

how to cause me the most strife.

i feel broken and lost,

not ready to look again,

but i knew the cost,

which is why im picking up my pen.

to write it down,

instead of hurting me,

even though on my face is a frown,

that is all ill let it be.

for nothing else is worth it,

and the tears have run out,

i will admit,

im not ready to scout.

for a new relationship,

putting my heart on that line,

maybe that part i will skip,

even though its like a flashing sign.

should i listen to my mind,

or my heart which i wear,

on my sleeve making me blind,

making rational thinking rare.