I am Tired

Its true. I am tired of deciphering you every day. Figuring out what each gesture, each look, every word you say mean. I admit it right here and now.

I don't get you.

Maybe I do before, but not anymore. And it's hard work, you know. Thinking about everything about you every second, losing my drive to read, to write, to take pictures. I'm losing myself with you.

I am tired of figuring out what we are. What we mean to each other. And everytime we make love I ask to myself the real meaning of that act? This sex we have. What does that mean?

I am tired and I don't know if I can go any further. This penumbra that we are in, when are we going to step out and choose a side?

I need you to help me. I can't do all the work. Help me figure it out. What shall it be? Shall we end it or not?

I am just god damned tired...