𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 tʰᵉ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂

if i could,

i'd take your heart into my hands,

not to KEEP it,

but to WALK it

through the loudest streets of this world

and whisper,

"𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓎"

because you have NO idea

what you've been carrying INSIDE your chest.

that little, stubborn thing—

still choosing tenderness after disappointment.

still making room for other people despite knowing how HEAVY they can become.

i'd hold it up

like a museum artifact stolen from heaven.

NOT for theft.

FOR revelation.

"𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?" i'd ask.

"𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒪𝑅𝒟𝐼𝑁𝒜𝑅𝒴."

the world's richest people could EMPTY their vaults.

stack mountains of diamonds until they eclipse the moon.

trade private islands,

golden clocks,

constellations renamed after themselves.

and still,

they couldn't afford

the PRICE of a heart

that knows how to LOVE without calculation.

your heart is EXPENSIVE

in the way sunsets are.

in the way childhood laughter is.

in the way forgiveness arrives without announcing itself.

Priceless things have never been Purchasable.

and maybe that's why

i ache a little when you hand your heart away

so casually—

as if it's spare change.

as if it's replaceable.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻,

you've been smuggling a piece of HEAVEN through customs beneath your skin,

pretending it's nothing more than an ORDINARY heartbeat.

but if i had my way,

i'd lead your HEART to the nearest mirror

&

teach it the VALUE of its own name.