Gratitude arrived late, and now..
It held no value to me, it was just dust,
thin as dust on a shelf I stopped cleaning.
waiting to be dissipated.
Time flew where I had waited for his thanks,
But everyone had their limits to wait,
before the feelings reach their expiry date.
This was that same man,
who made my heart ache
more times than I can count.
The man who treated my heart as nothing more than ash,
and who threw it in mighty lengths, trusting it will come back.
Even more shattered than the last throw.
I was done waiting for him to reach the finish line,
I had the patience to wait and watch paint dry,
Yet it is now that I walk away from the race,
In the past, I would've ripped my heart for him,
he might have done the same,
or he might have ripped my lungs too.
If he felt like I could've taken more,
then he'd rip my feelings.
"She can handle it." He would speak,
continuing to rip out whatever was left.
Until I had nothing but nerves,
My soul, if he was generous.
Maybe in another universe,
I could've been human,
but in this one,
I'm just a beating heart.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Gratitude arrived late, and now..
It held no value to me, it was just dust,
thin as dust on a shelf I stopped cleaning.
waiting to be dissipated.
Time flew where I had waited for his thanks,
But everyone had their limits to wait,
before the feelings reach their expiry date.
This was that same man,
who made my heart ache
more times than I can count.
The man who treated my heart as nothing more than ash,
and who threw it in mighty lengths, trusting it will come back.
Even more shattered than the last throw.
I was done waiting for him to reach the finish line,
I had the patience to wait and watch paint dry,
Yet it is now that I walk away from the race,
In the past, I would've ripped my heart for him,
he might have done the same,
or he might have ripped my lungs too.
If he felt like I could've taken more,
then he'd rip my feelings.
"She can handle it." He would speak,
continuing to rip out whatever was left.
Until I had nothing but nerves,
My soul, if he was generous.
Maybe in another universe,
I could've been human,
but in this one,
I'm just a beating heart.
I genuinely love this one, I personally think it holds a lot of meaning to me (but that might be because I'm the poet.. lol)
