Something pierces my chest
As your heart wanders off
Too scared to hold me
Too hard to be soft
Though blade's not that sharp
The wound isn't shallow
My knuckles bone white
As truth trims the tallow
Am I clinging too tightly
to promising words?
Have I made up this future
Now prophecy cursed?
Am I overreacting
To some fickle heart's tune
It's rhythmic pulse stirring
Too quickly too soon?
A scale cannot measure
A concept abstract;
Heartstrings untethered
Featherweight cracks.
And yet they are heavy
And still it holds true
This uncertain fool
Falls sick loving you.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Something pierces my chest
As your heart wanders off
Too scared to hold me
Too hard to be soft
Though blade's not that sharp
The wound isn't shallow
My knuckles bone white
As truth trims the tallow
Am I clinging too tightly
to promising words?
Have I made up this future
Now prophecy cursed?
Am I overreacting
To some fickle heart's tune
It's rhythmic pulse stirring
Too quickly too soon?
A scale cannot measure
A concept abstract;
Heartstrings untethered
Featherweight cracks.
And yet they are heavy
And still it holds true
This uncertain fool
Falls sick loving you.
Intentionally a little self aware with the title because the piece is, too. Played with the idea of my immediate response to certain news vs the unfairness to cast judgment on the heart of another. Acknowledging my emotional response does not match the rational one, but that does not mean it isn't worth acknowledging, exploring, accepting.
Thus, "Uncertain fool."
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