Pull and tug my heart's strings
Until the tension causes it to collapse.
This love was never mine to hold.
Only a distant thought.
A fascination with complacency.
A promise that it was sufficient
Until better arrived.
It should have grown me.
It should have molded me.
Inspired and strengthened.
But without actions
These benefits cannot exist.
Sitting idly by waiting was useless.
I witness the possibilities.
All endless.
When it comes to growth.
Cannot cast aside those experiences
Of fulfillment or reciprocation.
Of being chosen every day.
Wash my hands of the grime.
And promise to keep my nails clean.
