I could reach into my chest and take out my heart.
I could read the names on it.
I could see the memories on it.
I could see what’s in it, what keeps it beating.
But, if I see you.
the image of you in my heart.
I would deny it immediately.
I would deny that you are the one person that makes it beat faster.
Because I can’t tell myself the truth.
Even though I know I would be lying.
Even if I could reach into my chest, take out my heart, and see your name,
it won’t prove that I like you.
It’ll only prove that I’m capable of lying to myself,
of disregarding my heart.
But that will never be as bad as admitting that I like you.
I’m not the enemy of my heart,
I’m protecting it.
From breaking, again.