I stopped using only half of my heart.
I learned it would only give you nothing,
leaving you in between,
in turmoil, dazed, confused, forever in dawning.
I stopped carrying heavy loads,
I learned it would only bring you down,
withdrawn from the world,
unfazed, oblivious with a frown.
I stopped listing at some point,
I learned it wouldn’t get you anywhere,
goal-driven, yet no action,
slacking, stuck in midair.
*Written for the Magpie Tales.