Exhausting, by Markuz Subscribe to rss feed for Markuz

It's exhausting;
listening to your voice.
I'm drowning in your words.
Close your mouth and shut my eyes;
Take me away from all your lies.
What I've come to learn
  I already knew;
I didn't care; it wasn't important;
  I recieved nothing from you.

It's exhausting;
thinking about you.
Digging deep into those places
  where I never meant to be;
Now I see...
It was you and not me.

It's exhausting;
how much I complain.
It's all about you;
If you only knew
  what I felt...
not the hurt,
or the fear,
or the tears, 
But the love...
...No, not love...
...the like, 
  the idea of you.

It's exhausting
  how you make me feel...
  about you and me both.
About smiling when I know you're near
  and turning when our eyes meet.
I need only thoughts of you
  to know what this is.
It is everything and nothing.
  and I hold it all dear,
  but I fear these words
  are all I will know 
  of how I feel about you.

But I think,
and I breathe,
and I see, 
and I feel...

It's exhausting.
Posted: 2005-01-28 21:22:40 UTC

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2007-07-29 20:23:06Lydia
i like it, very original, well done