When somebody loved me,
Everything was beautiful
i'm tired of hearing my heart pound against this concrete shell, duct-taped and wired shut, sealed tight against those little smile and touches that wiggle past the cracks and do damage to an already bruised soul.
i'm tired of letting my hopes rise above my head, only to sink to my feet again, after one too many blows of unreasonable expectations.
i'm tired of smiling past the longing, congratulating and advising, all the while staying the shadows of silent wishes.
tired of looking for things that aren't there, like flashes of memory in the sunlight beams in your eyes.
i'm tired of waiting in a world that refuses to slow down even for a second.
tired of loving the lost causes and the broken spirits, when the only thing i get back is disaster and heartbreak.
i'm tired of being tired.