Fit To Be Tired Poem by Blaire White

I owe nothing
I am just here
I think i need to start up my liquor addiction
This isn't the last time i buy lone star beer

I think your mad at me
But thats okay
I'll just cut out every part that makes me, me
God help
I'm losing my dignity

Time to imagine a cool summer night
Then stabbing myself through the pain
While i lay there bloody in the sand
I started to think about you
As i lay there in the sand
I think about what we could've been through
I remember your hands all over my body
Then i felt your teeth sink in
I watched your hand crawl deeper up my thigh
Then I watched our souls collide

Yeah im tired
But im not that stupidly tired to forget you
Do i get a sorry without being the bad guy?
Will i ever get an "i love you too"?
Im hoping theres not another day where you hit a new low
But dear god Jesus
I guess we'll never know