tired

I’m so tired
So tired of thinking about you
Waking up with you on my mind
And closing my eyes at night
With thoughts of you there
Tired of making deals with my self
So that I won’t text you
Write about you or mention you for a day
I am so tired
Of my heart not being my own
Sigh

random...

I’ve been thinking about the most random things lately
Like how comfy your black leather couch was
Or was that pleather (hahaha)?
The current book that I am reading
Is because of you
And your obsession with him
I wish that I knew that the last time
Was THE last time
There is so much that I wanted to say
Needed to say
Even though I don’t expect the outcome to be different
Maybe I do….
There were things that were left unsaid
From my side
You never asked me to be more than me
And I never told you that I appreciated that
Random I know