Tired

I'm just tired today. Tired of running. Tired of chasing a dream. I had a few days of peace, but already they seem over. I can't get over you. I never even had you, never even had a chance. It should really, really not matter as much to me as it does. But I can't help it, I want to be in your story so fucking bad. But you… you have to want me there, and there's just never been any reason - any real, not make-believe reason - for me to think that you do. Wishes. Dreams. Nothing more. But I want you in my life more than anything. I can see the warm glow of your love from the periphery, from how it shines off of those you keep closest. I'd give up so very much just to have that warmth turned to me, for me to bask in, and to do my best to reflect it back… even just for a moment. You are my all, my every, my one, my never to be. And I'm tired.