Mad Heart (continuing from Just Tell Me)

 

I constantly tell this young heart of mine to stop hurting me. Beating so hard and so easily over every little thing that happens; breaking just as hard and easy. I keep catching myself doing what my young heart says, knowing too well what’s in store. And I always wonder why my young heart wants to hurt me so much. What is there to learn from this?

            

        All I can do is trust it. For it’s my heart and the only one I have. It knows me well enough to make me happy, inspired, and bring so many emotions that some are unfortunate enough to rarely have. My young heart is so wise and equally as reckless. What’s the method to its madness?

Author's Note

I'm completely aware of how weak this is, but from the positive reviews from my other venting work called 'Just Tell Me', I thought I'd update those who are interested in what the influence has been influencing (if that even makes sense).
I hope you liked it.