It Hurts to Feel My Heart

It hurts to feel my heart
pounding, beating against
her heaving cage, desperate
to be close to you once more.

When I'm apart from you,
she wails and sighs to be
within sight of your blue eyes,
so that you can see how
your name burns within her
in such a way that she
actually begs for more,
all because you're the reason why
she smiles in all her nightime dreams
and cries when she wakes in the daylight,
when she wakes alone.

My heart yearns to be yours;
she's laid herself open and
defenseless, easy for the picking,
not even waiting to see
if your heart will take her place.

It hurts to feel my heart,
because I'm the reason why
you won't accept her yet.

I missed all the signs, the looks,
your secret desires for me,
and instead I let another man
who had no heart of his own to give,
break her in her weakened state and
all the desire you had for me.

The bruises are starting to fade,
but she still beats and wails,
hoping that she can break me
and finally be free to be yours;
in the darkness, she still screams your name,
waiting for you to be ready
to take her as she is.

And I sit here, writing,
hoping to pour my heart's essence
into the words of this poem,
desperate to not lose you again,
but so happy that I now
have a second chance to be yours.