Diastole

Diastole

The chambers of my heart relax,
A split second.
My mind feels free.

Should I ask her?
Her heavenly body is within reach.
Yeah, I'm going to do it.

SYSTOLE
CONTRACTION
PULL OUT, PULL OUT

The fear of rejection cramps my muscles.
What about your pride?
The icy voice of reality installing a sense of
Paranoia in the mind of the misguided.
A heavy, thick bolt screws my sick
Yearning, burning body to the escalator of turmoil.

My heart misses out.
Selfishly it forces the love saturated
Blood out into the open.

Empty Again