I know what it feels like to open your heart up and have so much love within that it overfills into the world. When you have a big heart, you just don't know how to stop giving love whether it's towards strangers, your friends, family, or significant other. Some will tell you you're 'soft' and 'dumb' because you always love hard and deeply, but they're wrong. When you wear your heart on your sleeve, it's easier for others to reach it. Sometimes you do get hurt, but other times you get to truly explore the depths of love and that makes it all worth it. This poem is for all of you who spill love into the world and don't know how to stop. I promise, if your love for others is pure, it will never be wasted.

To the Ones With a Big Heart:

Heart over head

makes me twice as bad

at life.

Twice as likely to fall in love with the heaven in someone

even if they resemble more of hell.

Even when the shattered pieces of glass cut me,

I will still love the way the shards steal the sunlight just to shimmer.

It's always the broken ones that need the most light.

It's always the least deserving that need the most love.

It's logic that makes me scared to give too much, but

how selfish would it be of me to have such a full heart

and not warm dead souls back to life

and not love without reason

except for that I am human?

God does not limit my ability to love.

It's the mind that tells me to think before I can feel,

to gain before I give,

but to feel is to live.

I refuse to let the fear in my mind

scare me into loving at a discount,

for anything less than what my heart can hold

would make me less human.

I want to feel earthquakes in my chest

and lighting through my veins.

I want to staple my heart to the outside of my body

so when I die,

everyone can see that through love,

I lived.