My Tired Heart

My heart grew tired

Of waiting, instead

It slipped into

The cool waters of

Nonchalance.

Before long, it

Had dived deeper

Into the depths

Of bitterness until

It knew nothing else

But that.

I feared that my heart

Had drowned,

Its lungs filled

With bitterness,

Completely breathless.

I had plunged in

After it,

Hoping to save it

From itself.

Was I too late?

I dragged its

Waterlogged corpse ashore.

I will not let it die.

Dying is for the weak.

Weak in body,

Weak in mind,

Weak in spirit,

And I refused to believe

That my heart was weak.

Tirelessly,

I fought to bring

The organ back to life,

Administrating all types

Of life saving techniques.

All the while,

I whispered to my heart.

"I love you,

But without you,

I can only love

Just so much."

"I need you

To love so much more.

I want my love

To be bigger than

The universe,

Richer than diamond

And platinum fields,

Sweeter than an ocean

Of honey sprinkled

With sugar.

I need you

To love again."

Just when I thought

All was lost,

All had slipped away

Like sand through my fingers,

I heard but a murmur.

I leaned forward

And listened.

My heart had heard me,

It heard my whispers

And responded softly.

"I love you, too,

And we shall love again!"


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