I've always left my door unlocked,
Every minute, every second,
Never counting the fruit you placed in my basket,
Yet always giving more.

Even when tides roared high,
I plunged deep to fetch treasures for you.
Day and night,
I traced familiar names before closing my book,
Never once asking for rubies or dimes.

I welcomed rusted rings without hesitation,
Made space beside me,
Poured extra glasses,
Held my arms open, never withholding warmth.

But I never noticed—
I kept scaling heights to gather the brightest blooms,
Only to watch them stolen from my hands.
No one ever turned back.

Today, my eyes are open.
And I see—
My heart, still fighting against the tide,
Was never cherished, only spent.