Tired

Tired me
Poor me = Self-pity
I'm pooped

Not Ready

Weeks away and I should be happy
But I'm not
Too many questions
Too many doubts
I wish I knew the answers
Spoiling the moment

Goodbye

There was none.
He dropped off a few of my things and left.
No kiss.
No hug.
No word.
Ouch.
Goodbye to you too, heart breaker.