You exhaust me.
That hardly describes it.
I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle.
You didn't even hang me out to dry.
Instead, you let me wrinkle in the black hole that is your mind surrounded by the stars I only wish I could be.
Awaiting for the sun to hit you in the right direction sending a trail of light to expose me in these depths emaciated for your attention.
Because, of course, I crave your validation-
I think,maybe, you've got me all wrong.
I am not that girl daydreaming of you, listening to "our" songs.
You will not find me posted by my phone, waiting to be blessed with your messages.
And if I ever am it's only to tell you to get lost and leave me alone.
Because I am tired.
You exhaust me.
Yet, you still had the backbone to reach me at one in the morning.
I will not let another nanosecond of my time elapse in order to hear your words collapse into the same stories I've heard 1000 times before.
Because I hate to inform you, but, being pretentious is not an illness, and realizing your mistakes doesn't mean you've found your cure.
I'm aware these words will mean less than nothing to you and communicating them will lay unfounded on your deaf tender ears.
But as of today, I am done with you, and though I may fall hard like rain in a pavement it's only going to be a fraction of pain compared to the degree of detriment your actions have played.
Yes, I am exhausted, however, I will not be soon, and I will anticipate the day my wasted words will string their ways into the correct passages of the obstacle course that is your mind and you finally will understand what it means to be the smartest person in the room.