My Stupid,Stupid Heart Though

I hate my heart.

When you bumped into me, my heart took control of my entire body.
My heart wanted to make my legs move forward.
Taking confidence in stride, fearless of the
consequences that may come with removing the the gap between us.
To break the walls of our personal space with the burning desire to get closer.

My heart wanted to make my arms reach out for you.
Not a mere skin-ship of our hands to signify our greetings but an everlasting embrace unbroken by time, held by the trust we would share with one another.

My heart wanted to make my lips speak of how the brightness of y...y...y..your smile puts the stars to shame and my ears to hear silence, only to be broken by the
melody of your voice and the symphony of your laughter.
Your smile is the reason in this poem I began to s..st..stutter

My heart wanted to make my brain create mental images of our lifetime, dreaming of the endless possibilities of when we’re together.
That's IF we'll ever be together.

My heart wanted to make my eyes see the
breathtaking elegance in you.
The slight glance of your perfection became the inspiration for my heart to be filled with unbounded expectations of our potential love.

Actually, from the start, my heart wanted to leap out of my chest, abandon my body, and give itself to you.
I mean it wanted to surrender to your beautiful self and be like
"You won,but at least please accept my bearer's invitation to a lunch after your classes"

But this isn’t why I hate my heart.
You see, the reason I hate it is because for the brief moment that you were in front of me, all my heart could make me do…. was stare.
But why should I blame my heart,I too was there
Mxm!! But soon enough, I'll fix on you again, this time,trust me I'll talk
Since I've been seeing a speech therapist because I have a problem of stammering when it comes to beautiful girls.

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