Restless Heart 2 Poem by Megan Frame

Like a frantic, feverish sleep,
My heart won't fall in a love that's deep,
I'm tossing and turning,
and exhausted from yearning.
I want someone to love me once more,
But my heart, it seems, won't open the door.

I wish, I hope, I sigh,
until my eyes run dry,
and my sobs turn to
the shakey breaths I drew.

All I want is for someone to hold me,
But I shrink away, I can't seem to be
comfortable with the simple touch.

I'm trapped by my restless heart.