“Aren’t you tired?”

My eyes flutter,

your lips twinge,

and you frame the question

so pointedly on your lips –

 

“Aren’t you tired?”

 

– you organize my

late nights and

echoing laughs

into the collection of the

tiring,

but you are mistaken.

 

I am tired,

 
I am tired

of the vacancies

I carry,

 

I am tired

of the loneliness in that

closed off room,

 

I am tired

of my mind when

I’m alone,

 

I am far

too tired

to sleep.

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