I am so tired.
Tired of waiting
Tired of hurting
Tired of being alone.
Longing for your love
Your never-ending, unconditional love.
Why do I feel like it’s absent from my life?
Why do I feel so alone all the time?
Why can’t you tell me you love me anymore?
Why do I have this ache in my heart,
An ache that feels like a hole that is waiting for your love.
Realizing that I don’t appreciate your beliefs,
(Nor you mine.)
Realizing that it’s not my responsibility
To convince you to love yourself.
I know that if you don’t
You can never love me.
I can’t save you.
I can always love you.
I can wish the best for you.
I can do all of this
From a distance
That softens the blow
Of me believing you can love me
Of me realizing you cannot.
Allowing myself to open the door
To the love that is waiting somewhere for me.
Walking toward me.
Because you are not,
Walking in my direction.
Nor me in yours.