you’re tired
i can see it on your face
the tone of your voice
on our calls
your choice of words
when we talk
and i think that this
is all in my head
tell me it’s not

you’re tired
i can see it in your eyes
and if those are the windows
to your soul,
then all i see is a haunted house
upon a hill
and everything i do or say
turn into the ghosts
that never leave you
and that’s what makes you tired
…of me

you’re tired
you won’t stick around for much of this,
will you?
every time a stormcloud followed
there you were with an umbrella
trying to keep us dry
but your arm is growing tired
with each passing moment
I’d rather let you let me drown
in this river that leads to nowhere
and you swim ashore and watch me go
though, just know
I’m sorry
for everything i was,
for everything i wasn’t
for everything i could have been.