By Em Hatemore
Date: 2011 Sep 25
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Tired of Me

In the beginning
in every start
I crave every moment
starve for every kiss.

At the start
I live for every second
with him
every breath I take
in his presence.

In the opening act
I play the part
of demure
interested companion.

After awhile
after every while
I grow tired of him.

I long for quiet moments
solitude calls to me
like a forgotten lover
desperate to return home.

In the end
I always
get bored with him
and pick him apart.

Every him that ever
came across my path
has bored me
and I grow tired.

Today I realized
it cannot be
the many him's
of my life.

I grow tired of me.