Even the thought of you
makes my heart beat fast
So fast it feels like
it will burst out of my chest
and break in pieces on the ground
And I feel like you would just walk over
the fragments of my broken glass heart
because you simply are too blind
You break my heart
because you make it beat
because you don’t know
you make it beat
And you are breaking me
because my heart is falling for yours
and I keep it locked in its cage of ribs
and let it die
I let it die
Please, let me let it die
I can’t anymore take
the roaring waves inside my heart
(So scared of these feelings. Want them to die. And then don't want them to die.)
Oh, I am so familiar with the feeling described in the first few lines! Though it's not happened recently, I remember it well.
ReplyDeleteI love the beat of this piece, it sounds like it could be turned into a song.
It's so hard to know what to do in these cases. Why, oh why must hearts be such perverse things that do what they know they musn't, knowing perfectly well what a bad idea it is? *sigh*
It's quite something you want to remember, you know. Even if the feelings fade away and even if things go wrong between the two people, you kind of want to remember what once was. I always remember such feelings, remembering them is knowing that I have lived.
ReplyDeleteI can only echo you; why, oh why?