Me and My Heart

Me and my heart often sit together in the quiet of the night,
Like two old friends—tired of the world, but still not done speaking.
I look at it, it feels me.
I stay silent, and yet—it always breaks down and speaks.

"I'm tired," my heart whispers softly,
"Tired of the weight of bonds that never truly understood me."
I smile at its pain—like I always do—
But tonight, its tears fall onto my cheeks too.

There was a time when dreams used to fly wild and free,
I gave them wings, and my heart gave them hope.
But then came a sharp turn in time,
And we both walked separate paths—
One for the world, and one… for survival.

"Why did you change?" my heart asks,
And I have no answer—just a silence that echoes.
Maybe I had to change...
Or maybe I just let life become my excuse.

Inside me, there’s a window of memories,
Where my heart still hides the laughter of childhood.
That first love, that quiet glance,
Those meaningless words that were never sent.

"Why do you always fight yourself?"
That’s my heart's question, and its answer lies within itself.
I ran from myself, chased after people,
And when I stopped… it was only my heart that waited.

In the last hours of the night, when everything sleeps,
Me and my heart meet again—in another silence.
I say, “Forgive me,”
It replies, “You’re all I have—how could I ever leave you?”

The love the world never understood,
My heart did—without words, without needing proof.
When every bond gave me pain,
It was my heart that cried with me.

Sometimes, life doesn’t feel like a journey—it feels like a question,
With every answer hidden deep inside the heart.
I search for myself in crowds,
And my heart searches for me in my silences.

I win everything, yet lose a part of me,
And still, my heart prays for my victory.
It's a strange bond—deeper than love, far from hate,
Where even pain is a rhythm… and peace is a memory.

Even today, when I look in the mirror,
I don’t just see a face—I see a story.
A story with only two characters—
Me… and my heart.