My Darling,

One day
your eager heart will blister.
Then callous.
It will feel like armor,
the way you forge
innocence into iron.

Reserving your tears
will only cause your corrosion,
rusting you from the inside out.

Allow your heart to bleed.
Let it be weathered
by failed attempts.
It will still beat
when held in the right hands.

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