This little heart.

When i look at you...i see so much POTENTIAL as a person, as a son and as a partner..
yet, why do my eyes deceive me so at times, im blinded by this ever beating, red blooded heart of mine. This muscle in my chest, it beats, for me, for YOU ever faster, and at times its alive with laughter, and also with tears. 


What this little heart of mine feels, overcomes many fears i have, yet it is still unsure, almost in comparison to a pet in a new home..it wants to know more of its owner as much as it does fear the WHAT-IF. 


From what it tells me, it cant surely love another, no..not this way. It bleeds with passion, yet it bleeds with the fear of what this owner might do with it. Its no longer mine, im no longer in control of its possession, or how it reacts, it has a mind of its own and it moves at every word spoken, every action taken and every feeling felt to its every inch, it shivers, and it calms down, it even suffers from lack of sleep at the very thought of you.


Its at its utmost happiness, when its in close proximity with yours, its back-flips and turns up-side down the more it knows you are near and at times wants to just be ripped out and place itself in your hand so that u can just see what its made of, how fast it beats, how this tiny thing is actually quite big on the inside, but shares no room for no other but yourself and i. 


even though i no longer possess it, i BEG YOU..please take care of it, im not capable of its control anymore.


This little heart of mine.