Exhausting

It's exhausting; listening to your voice. I'm drowning in your words. Close your mouth and shut my eyes; Take me away from all your lies. What I've come to learn I already knew; I didn't care; it wasn't important; I recieved nothing from you. It's exhausting; thinking about you. Digging deep into those places where I never meant to be; Now I see... It was you and not me. It's exhausting; how much I complain. It's all about you; If you only knew what I felt... not the hurt, or the fear, or the tears, But the love... ...No, not love... ...the like, the idea of you. It's exhausting how you make me feel... about you and me both. About smiling when I know you're near and turning when our eyes meet. I need only thoughts of you to know what this is. It is everything and nothing. and I hold it all dear, but I fear these words are all I will know of how I feel about you. But I think, and I breathe, and I see, and I feel... It's exhausting.