My head aches.
My body aches.
My heart aches.
My stomach aches.
My soul aches.
Was it one drink too many that eventually did it?
I’m tired of being the one who’s always wrong. Despite my every attempt it just seems like I’ll never be good enough for you. I’ll always be wrong. Always be not enough. Always be the crazy blonde girl who jumped on stage.
I don’t like who I see in the reflection mirrored in your eyes. There’s this distorted image of me. There’s me looking away because I can’t make any sense of why you’re staring at me.
Are you trying to figure out if you like me enough to stay? Have you made a decision? Will you ever?
My brain aches trying to decode your mixed messages.
I’m tired. I’m old.
I’m exhausted from overthinking. From trying to “figure it out.”
From wondering if you’re just waiting for someone else to come along so the “place holder” I’ve become can just be discarded like an over used tissue paper.
Actions speak louder than words. And all I hear you saying is “I care. But not enough.”