i'm just tired

I am an old soul, burdened by what was,

the treacherous memories,

the things I've seen.

She is a young soul, electrified,

passionate, on fire...

so alive.

I am dreadfully dull, just

skin and bones.

Nothing extraordinary.

Not even a little.

She is curious, magnificent

intrigued by everything 

and so very extraordinary

every piece.

I'm so tired, so tired.

you deserve much better

than these old, overused

pieces of me.

You deserve much better

than these tired eyes,

weak arms, cracked lips,

burdened shoulders,

and heavy heart.

you deserve all she is,

all she was

all she 

will

be.