How precarious the fine line between acceptance and rejection. Yet, here I am againโplacing another bet on the table. Going all in. Willing to risk everything for a chance to win this stupid game we call love.
I am tired
of feeling tired.
Tired of waitingโ
while I write
this verse.
Tired of wishing
for our love
to return.
Tired of thinkingโ
you are tired
of me too.
You are my every morningโ
a waking dream reflected
in sleepy eyes.
Black coffee poured
with shortbread biscuits.
The cat meowing
to be fed.
"Back to bed"โ
you say.
My hands resting
on your hips,
staring at the view
outside our window.
Dolphins swimming
in the bay.