Seeking marriage counseling.

My head and my heart have been married since birth,

but like a disagreeable couple they fight a lot.
My heart is emotional and straightforward,
but my head - my head is indecisive.

Sometimes I wish my heart had a voice
which my head couldn't filter
so I could describe in tongue so fanciful
the emotions I feel.

Truth and affection disseminate from my heart,
but are held captive by the schadenfreude of my head.
My heart wants what my heart wants,
but my head revels in a torturous game of logical chess.

If I am to believe I should speak my mind,
somewhere between my heart and my head
the message I carry gets caught in my throat.

Maybe my head is jealous of my heart
because my heart acts simply on feeling;
on the volition of love and emotion -
never a player in the mind's games.

Maybe my head is afraid of my heart's desires
because my head doesn't want to get hurt.
Where as the heart can move on,
the head is left to pick up the pieces in the wake of misery.

The message I hold in my heart
I could deliver in one fell swoop of emotional bliss,

but my head fears drowning in a sea of its own expectations.

I wish I could string together the words to tell You how I feel.

Why can't my head and my heart just get along?

...if only it were that easy.

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