“I’m tired”

You know what tired means? I wonder. What does trust mean really? When you trust someone you love, do you trust them with your wisdom? Actions? Words? Fears?
Tears? Ah, now that’s the one we refrain from don’t we. We’re so used to putting up facades and tiredness tends to ooze. We’re hastily wiping away the tables yet the stains stay.

The ones who love you never forget.

Your tears, over time, turn into a drakon, madness upon madness for now they feel you’re pushing them out of your world.
A world they once thought was theirs too.
A world they will fight for as long as they believe you love them too.

You feel it’ll shackle them. Ropes, cuffs that’ll entangle them, drag them down, away, deeper.
You don’t want to be that burden.

And it’s hard. You’ll never see through it.

You’ll never see that the ones who love you, they’ll come back, again and again.
Your world is theirs and they’re not going to dangle in space, waiting for you to let them in.

The ones that love you, will never cease to try.
And your only sin, would be to leave them lost.