You said I had a big heart;
then you shattered it.
I wish I could hold a mirror
up to you like you've done
to me countless times.
You think you know me,
but your perception of me
is only partially right.
You are right that I feel too much,
everything touches me to my core.
But that only means
I love too much,
I give too much.
And you threw that away
to prove a point.
Yes, I am flawed;
I'm not perfect,
but I am worthy of love.
If you cannot love me,
I will find someone else
who values all my emotions.