My heart is beating
in an unusual but familiar rhythm,
like a song I’ve never learned
yet somehow always known.
It doesn’t beat like it used to,
steady and forgettable,
lost in the background of ordinary days.
Now every beat feels like a knock from inside,
like it is trying to tell me something
I already understand
but still don’t fully believe.
It beats faster when I see you,
slower when you leave,
and in the quiet moments
it repeats your name
in a language only I can hear.
This rhythm is not normal,
I know that much.
But it is familiar,
like coming home at night,
like hearing a voice you were waiting for,
like finding light in a place
you thought would always be dark.
Maybe something is wrong with my heart.
Or maybe,
for the first time,
it is beating the way it was always supposed to.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
My heart is beating
in an unusual but familiar rhythm,
like a song I’ve never learned
yet somehow always known.
It doesn’t beat like it used to,
steady and forgettable,
lost in the background of ordinary days.
Now every beat feels like a knock from inside,
like it is trying to tell me something
I already understand
but still don’t fully believe.
It beats faster when I see you,
slower when you leave,
and in the quiet moments
it repeats your name
in a language only I can hear.
This rhythm is not normal,
I know that much.
But it is familiar,
like coming home at night,
like hearing a voice you were waiting for,
like finding light in a place
you thought would always be dark.
Maybe something is wrong with my heart.
Or maybe,
for the first time,
it is beating the way it was always supposed to.