Shit rant poems

Tired//Yet?

Tired of me yet
Tire of all this shit soon?

Its ok really
No it's really
Really ok

Expected even

Time has gone and time will come

Be tired of me
Exhausted
Done
Emotional disconnect
Physical distance
Eyes won't meet
Ours I mean

You won't be able to catch mine
I can't make that connection
And you wouldn't be able to bear

Too broken down with all my shit

And that's ok
That's just fine

That's why I'll have to push you away first I guess
Mi never liked to lose
I know for a fact it's not monopoly

But I'm still a monster with sportsmanship

So

Tire of me yet?

I can stop talking

Thinking
Breathing maybe

It's ok

No really

Really really

Its ok really

If you have tired of me yet

Really really fine

Just let me first

Disconnect
Disassociate

While you look at me

Not in the eye

And feel it

Disappointed

Expected

But still

Gives a pang if hurt

It shows
No

Means

I'm doing quite shit at my job

But i guess

That's ok too

You're giving me the experience to learn

To move on

And to get to know
How to do it flawlessly

Leave me here in my field

I'm become a flower amongst the others

But not a kind that blooms
The kind that withers
The weed that dies

Its ok

Its really really fine

Perfect amazing ok
Be tired of me

I really am too