You're the girl who lays it out there, all your feelings and emotions.
The girl who can't play hard to get. The one who doesn't believe in holding back in matters of the heart.
You let your feelings and instincts guide you. You don't want to regret anything, so you experience everything. When it doesn't work out, you have a new lesson learned. At least, that's what you tell yourself to convince your heart to heal. That hopeless heart of yours hurts from time to time. While you've convinced yourself you're a stronger woman now and you can handle it, you still feel the sting of crushes and one-night-stands that haven't worked out how you wanted them to.
You wonder again and again, which one will be the one to try not to break your heart. To try to stare at the beauty of how all the broken pieces fit together and not be tempted to break it into a thousand more. To be in awe of the pieces you've glued and pasted back together, all on your own.
You worry all your friends, as you fall too fast, time after time. They warn you to be careful, not wanting to see you hurt. They know you get caught up in your feelings. They hear it when you talk about how amazing this one is, how he's different from the others. How he is "so nice". You turn into the girl who cried wolf, except you cry all alone.
You don't guard your heart; it's plain and simple. You don't want to rob yourself of any emotion, so you go through them all.
Even when all you feel is depressed or lonely, at least you're feeling something, right?
