I just want to be left alone
to read my books,
write my poetry,
and listen to my music
in peace.
I'm too tired
to stand up. I'm too tired
to talk.
I want to be left alone
to sleep.

I swear I don't mean to look
like a *****.
I am just ******* TIRED.
I am just
really tired
and weak.

This weight in my chest
is slowly
crushing,
and breaking my small
spirit.
Its aching,
and sore.
I'm not thinking straight anymore.
Nothing soothes it.
It'll always be a bruise.

Its not the break up,
its not the fact that you're with her,
its not even the fact
that you aren't with me.
Its the fact that,
I molded,
and grew around you,
which I accepted gladly
with open arms.
You opened
and touched
a part of my heart and soul
that I never knew existed
and synced it with yours.
But then you left me,
and cut me off.
You fell out of love with me.

I poured my heart out
to you
in the most beautiful way
I could.
In poetry,
love letters,
smiles,
and giggles,
passion,
***.
I became completely undone
and vulnerable to you.
Hoping that you would take
good and gentle care of me.
I thought,
as long as I loved you
with all my being,
everything would be fine,
that you knew I appreciated you.
But somewhere I lacked,
and fell short,
and now,
you're gone.