Heavy hands and heavy hearts

There comes a time when you realize that by wanting everything, you want nothing.  If you’re not brave enough to sacrifice something for the things that means the most then you don’t deserve a reward. So love hard, love fast, love free and don’t worry about your heart.  It will always be there be, be it a little battered and bruised.  Someone will tend to it, caress it gently in hands that have been worn rough.  I’ve been worn rough by these days and these nights.  No longer smooth like I once was these words come out choppy and broken.  I used to have a broad chest, but now it is all caved in and I am sending out love from the bottom of this cavern.  My friends think I’ve given up but that’s not the case I’m just waiting for the right one to walk past me again.