I am a worthless heart with holes who finds no difference between me and a leaking pot. As leaking pot gets useless of not providing water so am I....
Once I had a beat that rhymes, color that glows with a shape and texture that reflects beauty and perfection. Then I met a heart that had holes like sieve, wrinkled texture and bizarre beat. I adored it along with it's imperfections but that was not enough to make this beating heart alive. I hugged it tight to the extent that it absorbed my color and my pieces got fitted at exact places into its holes as one presses dough against sieve and pieces of dough occupy spaces in seive. My tears moistened its dry surface and wrinkles disappeared. My rhythmic beat resonated in that heart and made its bizarre beat melodious. The pressure I gave to calm that heart contoured its shape as something got shape when taken out from mold. This whole process took countless days and immense energy.
When I detached myself, I saw countless holes in me at same places as other heart had once, my surface got wrinkled, shape lost contours and beat got bizarre- but I got content of having a companion who can stand through my thick and thin.
Few moments later the other heart left me saying,
"Your pieces that filled my holes have made me worthy and you worthless. You are toxic to me because the tolerance, energy and time I am supposed to invest in your healing is exhausting and tiresome and I cannot let any being fade my spark."
Those pieces are the time, energy, mental, emotional and physical support that one invests in their loved ones. As parents leave their likings and invest everything for their children. When children grow up they find their parents annoying and outdated. Instead of bearing their imperfections children got distant and consider their parents as threat to their emotional and mental health. Same is true for the person who invests his/her time, energy, attention to raise the self esteem of her/his spouse, and when it's done then first person is seen as annoying and toxic because he/she has not even that energy that could help him/her in recollection.