A Different Me

What if there was a way,
I don't know,
Just some way,
To take the heart on my sleeve away?

Would I still be me?
The reserved
And same me?
Or a shell of what I use to be?

What of me would be left?
Would there be
Anything left?
Or any part of me to accept?

For my eyes would quickly blur.
A stinging,
Blinding blur.
And I will surely never find her.

What if there was a way,
I don't know,
Just some way,
To take this heart on my sleeve away?

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