Sup3rnality

It's okay, Heart. Only we know what's in our heart of hearts. It's hard to put into words the hurt and pain. Everybody wants to win, the black knights and the white steeds, never stopping to see themselves treading on the shades of grey. Nevermind. If our hearts all laid bare, we'd never have to feel the frustration of misunderstanding. Never have to feel the twinge of mistrust. Never have the need for condemnation, when you see the truth of it in the open chest, revealing in all vulnerability this bleeding heart.

It's okay, Heart. No one said this would be easy. But I'm still gonna do it my way.