Pain of a Free Heart

The thudding in my chest

Increasing,

Getting louder and more urgent

Whenever you're around

Whenever you touch me.

My heart must like you,

It seems to try

To escape to you when you're near.

It gets nervous and skips a beat,

Though my brain is telling it no.

My heart-

How it pains me

Whenever you go,

Whenever I realize I can't have you.

Is this pain what it's like to feel again?

Is this what it feels like to let my walls down again?

Is this what it's like to let my heart free from its prison once again?

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