A fist to my heart
Slowly opening, reaching out to clutch,
Holding on strongly
I can feel it tightening
All the life in it draining

I bite my lower lip
With fear in my soul
Blood flowing down my chin
Yet no pain I feel
Not like the one that has consumed my heart

I look down at my chest
Everything seems the same…everything's 'okay'!
Engulfed in pain as though my heart was ripped away
Yet no wounds are evident
All my wounds are inside

No one can see my pain
Masked perfectly by my graceful smile
With the sparkle in my eyes
But my pain is mine alone
And so no one else shall know

They will be ignorant about this pain
Until their own overwhelms their entire being
And they too look down at their own chest
Expecting to see the wound
Caused by what felt like the ripping apart of their beating heart

And darkness shall fill their soul
Just like it did mine
With a feeling of desperation
For this pain has taken form
A tall, overpowering man…the beast of love!