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I grew tired of making

Monuments out of stone cold men,

Who seemed to just stand

Statueque

Whenever I paid them a compliment,

Or tried to warm to them,

Who seemed to curl away from me

The more I turned to them.

I just got tired, you see

Of kissing your back,

As you laid, dead to the world,

In a drug induced sleep,

I knew, I knew,

That you were not dreaming about me.

And finally I got tired,

Of the fear of the calm,

And then the fear of the storm ,

I wanted to venture out ,

And not keep myself at home,

I didn't know how my body would react

To seeing you love another.

Finally, I told myself.

I am too tired to bother...