I’m getting tired of writing poetry about you
I’m tired of the drunk texts
And the drunk mess…I
Always make when I miss you.
I’m tired of the terrible coitus…
And the emptiness I feel because
It doesn’t matter how drunk I am..
They’re still not you.

I’m tired of the screaming and crying and the…
Please love me, please love me loud…
Because we both know that you can’t hear me…
I’m exhausted by pick me…Please pick me…
Because why should you…
It’s never been that way.
Man I’m tired of the internal conflicts…
And the quiet sobbing when I assume you’re mad at me…
I’m tired of blowing up your phone and getting nothing in return…
I’m tired of being tired.

I’ll always care about you.
Because a part of me believes you care about me.
I’ll never get tired of writing about you…
Because you are my poetry…
I’ll never get tired of your melanin and beautiful big eyes…
And your smirks and sometimes smiles.
And your laughs
And your kisses
And your hugs
And your…see I’m rambling again.
I’ll never tire of talking about you..
Maybe if I got some help.
Maybe if there was a rehab for people addicted to people.
Because the kind of drugs I’m addicted to
Are far more dangerous than any substance.
They breathe, they smile, they laugh.
You are those drugs.
And I get tired of aching for a fix.
Because sometimes lying next to you is all I’ll ever need.