I am the girl-next-door who wears her heart on her sleeve. I grew up in the suburbs of Ontario and was the tall, awkward girl in school. This led to me being teased and relishing in any and all attention, especially male. I started to wear my heart on my sleeve and give myself entirely to everyone who appreciated me. (This is still my Achilles Heel.) I am always the first to show up for a friend because I know what it is like to not have anyone.
Unfortunately, this means that I’ve had my heart broken a few times — heartbreak I cope with by writing poetry. Love has always been my greatest inspiration. Whether, the whirlwind of emotions I feel when I meet someone new, to the sudden rush as infatuation grows into love (and, of course, the eventual heartbreak). Love is everything I desire, and everything I fear. Still, my heart remains a hopeless romantic with too much to give.
In the words of Jazmine Sullivan, “I’m not scared of lions and tigers and bears, but I’m scared of loving you.”