********* are so tired.
Enmeshed in your
silk of lies and loved lovers loved while loving me.
How can you say a love shouldn’t be loved
How can you lie about your lover
Especially if you (n)ever loved me.
let it be
what even is "meant to be"

Not tired in the way
you can shut your eyes
and wake up
refreshed
to a new day

But tired in the way
you no longer
sulk and skulk.
just continuously
walk around
inconspicuously
hoping no one
asks
“How are you”


because your answer
has evolved to some effect of:
I am great!
I am good!
I am alright.
I am fine
I am
I exist

and you resist
speaking,
you just keep reading
because
you feel your smile
is not as misleading
as it used to be.
Everyone can see your
eyes are lost
consumed looking for
the reason
for you to lie and love lovers while loving me.

******* are so tired
tired in the way
your tenacious tensity
is palpable
unmalleable
unrelenting
to the point of exhaustion
at this point you are just venting
So ******* go away.