Because every little 
Piece of me that I gave 
Or give to you or 
To anyone else 
Is another opportunity to be hurt. 
Every little piece of me 
That leaves 
Can be thrown back with 
Sharp words 
And sharper judgment. 
And I never thought I was one to care 
But I realize 
How much it stings 
To be discovered 
Or misunderstood 
Then thrown away. 
And still, 
It won't stop me from searching 
From sharing 
From listening 
Because maybe someone 
Will care 
And want to be cared for.
And maybe you still do.