A Staple Stuck in My Heart
so this post is a little different.
so please bare (bear?) with me.
bear with me according to google.
but this is open and red and raw / like a staple getting stuck in your arm during a work call
except it's a staple in your heart.
and you have to pull it out.
and you have to let go.
I am a very open person and I am a very loving person.
And when I meet someone I tend to care for them and love them unconditionally.
And I carry a piece of them in my heart and soul everywhere I go.
I look for the best in them and look past their flaws with ease.
And often times, this has led men to take advantage of me emotionally.
Freshman year of college. Thanksgiving Break.
Senior year of college. Opening Night.
My first summer stock.
And my history with the wrong men, has had me always aching for the right guy to come along.
But, as they always say, it will come when you aren't looking for it.
And you won't believe it, until it happens to you.
You'll meet a guy, who is suppose to be your "rebound" (and your suppose to be his), and then all of sudden it isn't just a rebound anymore. Because he is just as open and just as loving as you are, if not more so. And he looks past all of your flaws and owns up to his. And because all he wants is what's best for you and for you to be happy.
Even if it means letting you go. Because you don't have it in your heart to let him go.
Thank you for showing me my standards are not to high.
That I deserve more than the boys of my past.
For some of my best laughs and worst tears.
I promise I will forgive you.
Even though the staple is out and we are letting go, I'll carry a piece of you wherever I go.