I feel my heart jumping around
in my chest, just slightly
Begging to beat chaotically
and slam into my frame,
But I close my eyes for just a second
& swallow the urge

I haven't ran out of feelings
I've just ran out of time

I'm too busy
for a break down
But if I could
I would
taste the sweet
forgiving
satisfaction
of a million salty tears;
One for each worry
Rolling down my cheek bones
And finding relief on my lips
Oh what I'd do

But the clock,
It ticks
And a blurry eyed fit
is last on my list
of things to do today