my heart is tired
it's tired of pumping blood through a dead vessel
trying to keep a sinking ship afloat
pumping blood to a body that does nothing but sink further into the mattress as if preparing to become a corpse
it's sick and tired
one day it will fall
to the bottom of my feet
down the empty chasm of my chest
and it will rattle against my ribs
and drop to my feet and i will drop to the floor and be buried beneath it and
i will say thank you
thank you to my heart who kept going even when i wished it
wouldn't
my heart that kept me alive through the night even when i prayed to air for nothing more than for it to stop
to my heart who's beats were the only thing that kept me grounded
i am sick and tired
through to my very being
it's written into the beats of my heart
but it's still beating
