I'd rather not be
In this little ordeal
that I've practically conjured and caused.
You try to fix it
and I try to improve.
You work so very hard
and I just turn away.
This is sad.
Childish at that.
I'm tired.
So tired.
My mind
Eyes
Heart
Body
They're all tired
You are too
Can we end this?
I ask as if it's up to you.
I'll try.
YOU ARE READING
no real agenda // poetry
Poetrypoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
