My heart

My heart is strong. It has been through a lot of heartbreaking. Mine is still pumping. The blood is rushing to my mind. It holds on a thin line. I have to watch who I love. Because one more heartbreak can destroy it. I have to put my gear on to keep it up. It has met something the abuser. It tries to kill my heart. But my heart fought back. It kept a beat just so I can breathe again. But it is fragile. The wrong person can break it. My heart has never been with true love. They play heart games. It was on a journey to find true love. I have to follow my heart. But my mind always told me to remember. The pain from a broking heart. The reality is real. Hope one day I won't have second guess myself. Because love is what I am searching for. But can I trust myself? Or I wanted something for someone to love me for who I am. Not for what I can do for them or what they can take from me. The only thing I want is true love. Someone who will do everything for them so they do lose them. Put me first. Just like I put them first. Do I trust my heart? So much feeling in me. What if I don't share? So my passion is writing. So I won't get overwhelmed with emotion. I realized my heart never let me down. Maybe closing my heart is