Broken Bones 1/2

I'm not sure if I can do this again this thing where I open myself entirely show you how red my heart can bleed show you how soft my hands can get show you how wounded and battered my hands can be from gripping onto you too hard just for you to shatter me cut me open and put me on a platter see, then after me you forget about me entirely like I was something satisfactory draining me like a battery I become half of me something you imagined like a lucid dream you always seem to forget when you wake up like I'm something that you made up like a face you destroy after you've put on the makeup I am not sure I can do this again I am not sure if I can lay myself out to someone like a blanket where I speak to someone and expect him to understand the language my heart speaks my heart skips beats when I met a guy for the first time when he tells me the first lies and I fall for them like a kid enticed my candy I love too much and I simply don't know how to stop it I tell myself "stop it" but the question is always when I am not sure if this heart of mine can love again I am not sure if I can have a person a lover does not befriend tendencies to spend time with me non expendably and then I tell myself I'm not sure....