Going to bed once again
With my heart soaked
In a specific sort of weariness
From an argument
Unresolved;
Sometimes,
I swear
It feels like I'm the only one involved-
In the war to salvage
An unwritten happily ever after;
Feels like I'm the only one
Who even cares enough to act
Like the love still matters..
Tired of going to bed
Next to a man
Who refuses to dwell with me
On one accord;
Why do I stretch myself thin
On this one way street
When there are others roads
To be explored?
