Heart; Quicken

writing.
Spilling my heart on accepting paper,
offering small pieces of my soul
in exchange for peace of mind.
Words swirl in my mind, rebounding off one another.
My heart quickens...
The words pump through my heart
taking the place of blood in my veins.
they beat.
they beat.
they beat.
through my entire body.
My heart quickens.
but these living forms were not built to hold in so much...
pain...
pain...
increasing pain.
get these words out of me!
get them out!
they hurt me, i can feel them slicing away at me from inside...
My heart quickens
My poems;
Words from my heart.
I MUST get them out
They're tearing me apart!