Head in hands, heart in suitcase, always ready for life to deal it\'s next bitter joke.. Relationships unsettle me, people are so unpredictable! undependable friends unremarkable lovers.. Uncertain jobs, unstable homes.. How can you be trusted? How can anyone? Am I going crazy? How will I ever trust friends let alone a lover? Well who would have this heart.. This suitcase heart.. Who would take it out and cement it to itself? For this heart is heavy, and weak through strain.. I only know the depth of love it contains! This love that wants to consume you, For this love can heal, it\'s hope unmatchable, it\'s not a heart afraid to die with a fight, it\'s fear is to fade away without giving love a try.