I’m tired. I’m tired of falling in love and having to give it up. I’m sick of the love they build and stoke to only douse once they’ve had enough.
I’m tired of the words strung together like a perfect sonnet. The iambic pentameter copied from someone else’s pen. I’m tired of the ink smudges from lazy hands and lesser men.
I’m sick of being told I’m ‘the one’. Their words were once fire that fought off the winter. They took it all back when they were done.
I’m tired of being fooled into thinking a boy is a man. Tired of babysitting and having to hold their hand. Tired of being the “only one who understands”.
I’m not a white knight anymore, I’ve retired that old shield and horse. I hope the bed of lies you’ve made leaves you nothing but fatally wounded remorse.
I’m tired of saving hopeless causes without hearts. But I’ll help dig your hole and pack down the earth. I’ll gladly bury you, not save you, like I should have done from the very start.