Sometimes I get tired, and not in the conventional sense where sleeping will fix this issue. I grow tired of how eventually someone's mouth will run out of new ways to shape itself, to put out words to make you feel wanted and to make them seem present. Perhaps I listen too closely.
But I know now that with some people, you should never have turned your ear, you should have kept looking straight ahead, and their actions would tell you more than their words ever could.
Maybe it's all just overthought, maybe I'm just too  poetic, much like holding your best friend's hand in the living room of a stranger to stop the world from spinning.