The heart speaks
It is the night, when my mind is tired that my focus is weak, giving way to my heart. Thoughts of him, pushed away as I attempt to make it through each day. Pushed away by my mind to save me from the pain. But when all is quiet and my mind is trying to find rest, my heart is the victor. Thoughts of him flood from my heart through my body like the blood in my veins. Hot, scorching and burning me from every thought of every kiss. Thoughts of him coursing through me, stronger with every beat of my heart. Flames of need, like a hundred candles searching for air at the bottom of a river. Thoughts of him invading my soul. thoughts of him, my mind loses the fight and my heart is the victor.