my neck is just as easy to cut when I hold my head high

as it is when I’m fast asleep

my wrists are just as easy to slash when I’m walking

as they are when I’m unconscious

my heart is just as easy to break when you tell me you love me

as to when you tell me you don’t

you can tear my life to shreds when you come back

just as intensely as you did when you left

we are vulnerable

no matter how we stand, we can be taken down

it is frightening and overwhelming and shocking

that we are still able to hold our heads high, 

our wrists out, 

our hearts on our sleeves, 

our life in our hands

when they can be broken with the touch of another