Aren’t You Tired?

Aren’t You Tired?
Aren’t you tired of giving every single breath—
your bones, your dreams, your last ounce of strength left?
Why let your heart believe love’s a two-way street,
when all you get is silence—sharp, cold, and complete?

He never saw your love, not once, not deep—
it pooled at his feet like water he’d always keep
locked in a jar he’d never open wide,
while you starved for warmth, with nowhere left to hide.

Those nights—oh, how they swallowed you whole,
each minute a chain that shackled your soul.
Emotion torn apart, like hands on fragile glass;
he took your voice, your worth—everything you had passed
from your grasp to his, with no care for the cost,
leaving you hollow, like a ship that’s been lost
in seas of his indifference, where nothing grows—
no light, no air, just shadows that close

and press down hard, till you forgot your name,
till you thought this hunger was how love should claim
its space in your life. You danced to his tune
till your own rhythm died—you sang for the moon

that never reached his world. But now—save yourself
from the waves that pull you down, from the pain you’ve known well.
The road is wide, though fear may cling like frost—
do not fear to walk alone; you are not lost.

In every dark night that tears at your skin,
the moon holds fast—it has always been within
the sky that never abandons its post.
After rain that beats down, sunlight will boast

of colors you’ve never seen, right outside your door—
fields that stretch far, and winds that whisper more.
Do not cage yourself in the world he stole from you;
there’s beauty waiting where new skies break through.

Love is not meant to take, to drain, to leave you bare—
it’s when their heart hears yours beat, and meets it there. 🌘✨01092026 ©LanZhan