I was tired.
Tired of walking on the narrow roads of your mind,
Of believing in metaphors and waiting for signs.
Tired of being shattered into a million pieces,
Of always being a subject to your thesis.
Tired of looking for the meaning of us,
Of you turning everything I do into a fuss.
Yeah, maybe I still loved you. But I guess..I was just tired.
I loved the brevity of it…
was thrilled, never tired.
Thank you. ๐
All the more beautiful for its brevity.
Thank you! ๐