There’s a debate about wearing your heart on your sleeve.

Well I tore my heart in three and wear it not only on my sleeve,

but in two places where you cant see.

My heart is torn in three, love for friends, family, and me.

This organ is small in comparison to others, beating at the mere size of a fist and yet this world expects so much of this tiny thing

And you come to a crossroads where each piece is growing farther apart, and the world is begging for more pieces to be made from your heart

And soon, as these pieces divide, they grow so small they can no longer survive on a single beat and sure enough they just might….

But Brittany, they say, your heart is so big

That’s only because the part you have is whats left from the scraps

That are already so small, but tell me

But can something so big really fit on the end of my sleeve?

 

I hide a piece of my heart in my brain,

So that the decisions I make always come from it,

From my intelligence as well as my dreams

That my heart wants to follow.

But with my girls here, and my familia there,

And my heart cut in three,                                                             

Theres not a lot of hope left inside for those dreams.

The last part I hide in my chest, because that’s where it feels most at home.

And when I’m home I don’t always feel the comfort I should,

But how could you, as you hand off more and more of something you don’t have enough to give,

I feel like an addict shaking helplessly as the police

Ransack my body, my blood my air my chest

And my selfishness to keep all these things under my possession

As they say I have plenty and I need to suppress this obsession

But it just leaves me stressed and as I lay down to rest I feel

The emptiness in my chest.

The world expects too much from a girl

Who didn’t even dress herself till 7th grade.

Who feels blessed that she was given four chambers of large proportions

But just wants one for herself,

But the world demanded one, leaving me three.

And I know I’ll never see it,

But I still see the others

Being broken,

Divided,

And it makes me

Wonder

How small they will try to make it be before

They start coming for the one i left for me.

So that’s why I hide my heart in all these places,

I can already feel whats mine being divided once again

And it’s only a matter of time until its gone too.

And whats left,

Will it be enough to keep me happy?

I wear a part of my heart on my sleeve

So the world can see how small

It forced my heart to be