Honesty Pants

Dear Heart,
You're not the smartest muscle in me, but you sure are the one that pounds the loudest and tugs the strongest when the rest of my rational intellect has tried to suppress everything that you keep pumping to the surface. You may be the quietest voice, but you are always the most convincing. If you existed outside of the prison cage of my ribs, you would be a scandalously dressed emotional whore on the corner of artificial attraction. I need to learn how to protect you more.