Love

My heart's racing.
It's not love. Not yet.
Not anger. Not anymore.
Not jealousy. Not this time.
Not fear. I'v crossed that line.
Not pain. I like it.

I'm done fighting.
I was never that good at it anyway.
I'm done arguing.
I never win, either way.

Did I say it's not love?
Who are we kidding.
Isn't it always love;
When your heart is racing?