Teeth Grinding

I’m tired of constantly thinking about you when I am searching for inspiration

I’m tired of writing about heartbreak just because you did it so well

I’m tired of writing about loneliness just because you have moved on

I’m tired of picturing your face, your laugh, your touch whenever I write about loss

I’m tired of you.

Consider this my letter of resignation

I am better than I was

I am better without you

My poetry is the blood in the veins, the tears in my eyes, the sweat on my brow

My poetry is what makes me move and pulse

My poetry is inside me, heart and mind

And you no longer have a home here.

You’re lease has expired.

I’m tired. And I will sleep

And when I do, I won’t dream of you.

Because the illusion I had of us has become nothing more than a faded memory

When I dream, you will be just another silhouette in the shade

For the first time in a long time, I will wake up well-rested