You know what I’m tired of?
you.
I hate the fact that this poem is about you. And I really hate the fact that I’m so exhaustingly tired of you.
I’m tired of how you make crumble,
How you make me stutter, but most of all I’m tired of how much you make me love you.
Everything about me, is about you.
My heart, my body, my soul, my patience, my kindness, my respect, my love
Just you.
You know what else I’m tired of?
thinking about you.
I hate the fact that right now, I’m so overwhelmingly angry at you.
And I really hate the fact that I don’t even have a valid reason to be mad at you.
Everything was fine, until you.
My life, my mind, my thoughts, my heart, my respect, my love.
They were all fine until you.
But you know what, I can’t even blame you.
I blame me.
It was me who crumbled
It was me who stuttered
It was me who loved you,
It was me who became about you.
As much as I was captivated and amazed and even in awe of you, that’s on me.
Because I let me, fall for you.
I let me, let you in.
So while I’m tired of you,
Tired of your ways,
Tired of your love,
Tired of your games.
I’m tired of me.
I’m just so tired of me,
and you,
and the war that it started within me.