Tired of Trying to Get Over You

You have to realize how tired I am.

I'm nineteen and I've never felt so weighed down.

By my family, by so called friends...

By you.

You're two hours away and you're still bugging me.

Last night I tried forgeting about you.

Went out with a guy I thought was going to be tall, dark and handsome.

It turns out he was short, dark and average.

The only word to describe him was "nice".

You know I tired I am of "nice".

A person in general needs to be more than that.

We sat on a bench and I felt nothing.

I didn't feel our knees brush one another,

Or my heart race.

I didn't feel comfortable in any way.

My brain kept saying run but I didn't.

I didn't run because that would be rude.

So he walked me to my car and asked me for my number.

How do you tell a nice guy that you're not interested?

That there's a man two hours away that may be thinking about me like I am about him.

I couldn't say it so I nodded and we exchanged numbers.

I drove home and all I could think of was you and our last night together.

How your knee would brush against mine,

And how I could feel myself warm and my heart accelerate.

You'd act like it was an accident while trying not to laugh.

How we almost kissed in your kitchen but you're brother walked in.

How we did kiss on the beach after talking about our futures and the fading light across the ocean.

I was tired that night too.

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them,

You stole a kiss.

I let you take two more and then we drove home.

I remember sitting in your car watching you sing Diane Young

And wondering what you could be thinking about.

I guess what i'm trying to say is that I'm tired of wondering what goes on in your mind.

I'm tired of waiting to figure out what we were or what we are.

 

Reviews

[zainul]

You made adventures with two person and now comparing them from their attributes and manner.
Human minds are invisible entities.
Expressed your view quite clearly.
Hope you will choose the right person for living together.