I'm so tired of loving you.
I'm tired of few down.
And second guessing myself.
And watching you treat girls how you used to treat me.
I feel like the burnt out wife,
And everyone else is the
Pretty
Young
Thing.

I shouldn't care about you like this.
I can't keep holding onto you,
But I thought about letting you go.
And my mind went blank.
Is there any of this without you?
Is there anyone to make me feel,
Or write,
Or cry?
Is this me,
Clutching at the last bit of humanity I have.
Or is this me holding on to the very thing that will be the death of me.

- it's late, and you messaged me, should I reply?

•••
A/N
I'm genuinely exhausted
•••