I'm Tired Poem by Sharon Namwalizi

Tired of pretending I don't notice the way you look at me,
the way your eyes light up when we speak —
and how empty they seem when we don't.

There's this longing in your gaze.
Correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm tired of all your games, for lack of a better term.
Do you even know what this does to people?
To me?

You speak one thing, deny everything,
yet your actions say otherwise —
stringing me along.
Your answer was already clear.

And when I said I needed space,
I don't think you understood.

Why do you do these things
if you believe you belong to another?
Why?

Why do we encourage the rush,
when we think we have so much to work on?
I'm not saying it's all your fault —
it takes two to tangle.

And I hate myself sometimes
when I think selfishly…
and you've done the same.

Pick me.

I cry in my sleep at the thought of our final separation —
something I can't bring myself to do when I'm awake,
because you're usually the one who breaks the no-contact rule.

I wish I had the courage to share everything I feel.
Not just with you —
but with everyone involved.

I wish there weren't so many people between us.
And that's why I think I'm selfish
for feeling this way about you.

~sharonnamzi
14/8/25: 22: 32