im really tired of continuing.
the exhaustion brings me down,
and my positivity turns to not truly learning anything .
being dragged down
with the experience of living,
loving, and the complexity of existence
it's tiring,
having to put on a show for others.
i feel inclined to be alright
because 'you've got nothing to be upset about!'
but i do.
feeling too much,
too often,
has worn me whole.
and i have stopped singing.
i pull my flag up,
i've given in to the worst.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poetryventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
