Rebekah

I guess I’m the orange.

 

We’re all full of sweet stuff.

 Half of my heart has been scraped out.

The ugly and gross half. The sticky half.

This leaves my heart half empty though.

 Something has to fill it.

 

During these recent years, so many people have given parts of their heart to me.

 

 

 

I find myself at a point where I have been poured into too much.

I’ve cut out more of me than I ever wanted to.

 

 

My heart is so full,

but not in the right amounts.

I’m still trying to figure out that balance.

Sometimes we give too much, and sometimes we get too much.

It’s a balance of the heart.