Spoiler alert on this one: I curse (once, but still a chance that might shock somehow). My policy on cursing in poetry is that on the few occasions I do use it I feel that it really is the only way to express the emotion or feeling I am trying to. Yes I could use my significantly more complex vocabulary and explain it but then the feeling is lost in the long-winded retelling. For me, emotions expressed with curses are short and sharp like a curse, and saying it in another way like replacing it with an acceptable substitute is complete bs because saying bs is no different really than actually saying bullshit so I will not replace a curse with another word that really means the same thing but feels cheaper. Anyway, past the mini-rant/ explanation and onto the poem. :)
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I
Am
Tired.
I am tired like I just ran 10 miles
Or spent a week sitting awake night after night
Thinking of things to say to you.
I'm tired of caring about your opinion
Of everything I say, do,
Or even think.
I'm exhausted at the thought of
Another conversation edited to not upset you.
Another session of tiptoeing
Around your foibles and insecurities
Because I want you to like me.
Rather, as I end more conversations
With you walking off in a huff,
As I spend more days and nights
Not thinking about you,
As I say more and more of
What I actually think,
As I find myself giving less of a fuck
About what you think of me,
I'm beginning to feel refreshingly rested.
