Remorse

They say not to wear your heart on your sleeve,
You can't ever patch up your heart, it always seems to seep back.
No matter how hard you try to bandage the wound,
Its bound to bleed through.
The heart on the sleeve is not a metaphor, but a reality.
There is sadness in seeing such dedication in one person.
It seems they never find another with a heart on their sleeve.
We are pleasers. Played off as attention seekers.

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