Why My Heart is Weak

[stick_and_drum]

Pumping secrets into my system
that invade my mind,
Blocking freedom for my lungs
to breath in what I left behind,

Grasping onto my throat
and refusing to let go,
Tripping on your rhythm now,
 can't make this beat, this blood, flow.

I'll stop fighting,
stop writing, 
and release.

Because this muscle is tearing,
with your eyes staring,
straight back at me. 
-ck