Exhausted
You came back to my mind again,
like an unwelcome guest
who doesn't know when to leave.
But,
instead of being mad at myself
for having you sneak back into my thoughts,
I just felt tired.
Tired of you still occupying this space
and having the memory of you
spill across my vision,
clouding me from what is right in front of me.
Tired of getting caught up in the past
and only being reminded of the good times
and never the bad.
Tired of having flashes of regret
from crossing boundaries
that I thought I was able to handle at the time.
I just-
I just feel so tired of the thought of you.
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