Your Telltale Heart

Your heart is simply telltale to me.
Its rhythmic, disjointed beating
Never ceases
To pound behind my ears.

Because upon every exhale
I taste the bitter scorching of what once was.
And upon every inhale
I taste the fragrance of

"What if"
"Perhaps"
And
"What could have been"...

Your heart pulses and pounds
As if it wants to escape
Beat to the rhythm of its own drum.
But alas

It unwillingly beats to mine
As it holds its breath
Too afraid to smell the aroma
Of what it cannot have.

Because of me it will never taste the fragrance
of "What if"
"Perhaps" and
"What could have been"...