Constrained

Maybe there is a reason why
we have this chest cavity
Perhaps to hold our raging hearts from its thrashes of joy, fear, hate and love.

But even bones can’t keep my heart
from drumming from the thought of you.

It’s wrong
Of course it feels wrong
to rely on the prisoner inside your chest
because it was trapped there for a reason
but I am still disillusioned
that this was real.

And maybe it is
Maybe it isn’t
I’ll never know.

I just have to verify what the prisoner says for now.

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