I don't have another poem in me tonight.
My thoughts are too worn out
with all you've been running them through,
having to track your mood swings
and decipher your cryptic words,
all of your not-quite promises.

You leave me so exhausted
I don't even have the strength
to tear myself away,
only follow you even more closely,
willing you to make an end to it
one way or another.

04/08/2009

Posted on 04/09/2009
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