It’s okay to be tired
to feel beaten
or to be beaten
down.
At my lowest
there are things I never tire from
and that
is a reminder
that it’s okay to be tired.
In fact, being tired
or being beaten
tells me, it’s no big thing.
Imagine that, the worst happens
and the mania of success ends
and I can get back
to what I actually love—
the kind of thing,
that loves me back.
I’ve spent so much time there
that everywhere else, is foreign to me
exciting, yes
but miles away from home.
This is why some people encounter the worst
over and again
and the worst
is their best friend
because it loves them
unlike
a million
adoring fans.
I look forward
to getting into bed
with a good book
Someone, long dead
and able to speak to me
just the same
and not necrophilia
so, don’t worry
Even the president, doesn’t want to be the president, on some days
maybe, most days
but he, can’t admit that
At my weakest, I know what I actually want
and at my strongest,
I can have everything
Why not?
Because it won’t love me back.