redundancy

im tired.
being stuffed with the ironies of fate in my mouth.
im tired.
being slapped with things i deserve more.
im tired.
of making myself weary of every bullshit, you.
im tired.
so tired of hopelessly loving you.

when will things ever get back to normal?

i'm flunking, i assume...
i'm sick..
sick of every disease i could think of..
and honestly not sure of this avenue i ventured myself on..

so damn lost..
so damn tired..

Pare

Betrayal..
Unfaithful..
scribbled notes i most likely
should have thrown away
a disease i should have stopped
prevented
and killed...

uneasy..
awkward..
of all the mimicked things.
a replacement
a substitute
a proxy for something
ironically irreplacable.

a place i selfishly would have wanted
a shoe i would have stolen to fit in
a passion i should have owned..
for me.
for me alone.