Love

I always write about love or heartbreak... but always related to love. I feel with my heart. I always have. I joke, but it isn't a joke so much. I joke that I am a war of head versus heart, and it's always this way. It is always this way. I can see something for what it is, logically, it makes sense. I can look at a matter of the heart and know that I am doing the wrong this and that my heart is too involved, so how come my heart always wins?

Sometimes I think I spend a lot of time making an ass of myself, wearing my heart on my sleeve, trying to hold it together. I am an open book, so most people know how I feel about them. It's not worth it to me to keep it all in. It makes me feel as though I didn't try everything I could. I always need to try everything I can, just to be sure it's over or that I've done what I can. Outcomes are difficult, I rarely succeed in matters of the heart. But that is probably because it is out there all the time to get stepped on.

I need to look at my part in this. If I didn't leave my heart on my sleeve, I might not have such constant heartache. However, If I didn't leave my heart out there... I wouldn't be the kind, sweet, loving, caring individual I am today. Like I said, a war of head vs. heart. Always.

I find strength in my heart, in my soul and in my mind. I find love when I look around. I just have to open up my eyes to see the beauty, the pain, the hopelessness, and misfortune. Without seeing all these things, how could I recognize beauty?