There’s a big part of me that still asks for some kind of closure. To whatever extreme. My body and mind are exhausted, but I still pull through for me.
I have no patience or tolerance for anyone anymore. I’m fed up. And for all the wrong reasons.
I just want to be done with you. And I’m getting there, slowly.
But if I have to be honest, which I like to think I am, I think I’m just waiting for someone like you. But better.
Although, I will not seek you. And if our paths ever cross, I wish for peace and understanding.
Things we will never achieve together, but apart from one another.
And that’s why I’m better off not knowing.