Tingle

You make my heart tingle, but that tingle makes my heart hurt.

I’m afraid to fall in love with you, to get lost in that feeling of happiness and joy.

I’m afraid to break down the walls I’ve relentlessly built up to protect this beat in my chest.

It’s my heart damnit; you shouldn’t have any control over it.

But you do, and that’s what scares me the most.