Tired.

By Chahat Kansal

I am tired.

Truly and utterly drained,

Of loving in silence, my heart restrained.

Of waiting, of hoping, of catching your stare,

Yet knowing deep down, you don’t even care.

I’m tired of hugging myself at night,

Pretending your arms are holding me tight.

Of crying alone, with no one to see,

Knowing you’ll never look at me.

I’m tired of dreaming of who you could be,

Of building a world where you’d choose me.

Of faking a life that won’t come true,

Of wishing for something I already knew.

I’m tired of keeping it locked inside,

Of bearing a love I have to hide.

Of wanting to hold you, to breathe you in,

But knowing this love was doomed to begin.

I’m tired of aching, of feeling alone,

Of chasing a heart that’s colder than stone.

Of loving a stranger, sculpting your face,

Filling in pieces that were never in place.

Of whispering words you never would say,

Clutching a ghost that fades every day.

By Chahat Kansal