Blood On My Sleeve

just thoughts of the mind for this moment.

Sometimes I wear my heart on my sleeve so much as if it were a fashion statement

Which leaves my soul to bleed

Like this pen in my hand

And for some reason I don't understand

Why I let my heart be damage

I guess, because I believe if I leave out in the open

Someone will come along and take care of it.

But instead

unguarded

unprotected

I let it sit on my sleeve

open to hits

Which allows my soul to bleed.