spring's color palette
paints a resplendent canvas
of floral glories

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

I distance myself when I feel unwanted

I’m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.