on  display in a glass box my heart beats
showing nothing but pure intentions.
a person approaches looking at my heart
admiring, watching, waiting.
studying, listening, stalking.
what makes it race?
what makes it calm?
you leave.
return
come back please
i see you again this time with a bag
my heart races just seeing you
what could be in the bag?
roses, candy, wine?
perfume, stuffed animal, a ring?
as you unzip the bag the glass box starts sinking into the floor.
my whole heart out in the open for you
beating loudly to show you how much i love you
the box stops.
the heart keeps racing but this time in fear.
hammer and nails.
the box tries to cover the heart as fast as it can
but remember... its made of glass
smash! smash! smash!
my box my wall destroyed
my heart next
thump one nail thump two nails thump thump thump
my heart shattered
barley beating
content with the work
you leave
I'm left alone
iron walls come up
thread trying to put my heart back together
faint but there my heart beats
a person approaches

I tried to be your star
Shining so bright for you to see
but you were in a different galaxy
too far to even see me.

Why
It's a question I have to everything.
Why do I hurt ?
Why do I feel so empty ?
Why... does the world stop when you look at me ?
Most of the whys are simple answers
Why do the birds fly south ? (to get warmer climates)
Why does the earth spin ?  
(because there are no forces acting to stop it.)
But I have no answers when I ask why I feel the things I feel for you
I know I shouldn't.
I know its wrong.
But yet the question still poses
Why.