I'm...

I'm growing weary of seeing his name pop up on my yahoo chat in the mornings when I sign in.
I'm growing weary of hearing a song that he introduced me to and a pain shooting through my chest.
I'm growing weary of seeing an airplane and connecting that with him because that's what he does.
I'm growing weary of seeing a movie that we watched together all cuddled up in bed.
I'm growing weary of seeing a car that looks just like his and hoping it's him even though he sold his car months ago.
I'm growing weary of cooking alone in my kitchen and hoping that he walks in and starts dancing with me again.
I'm growing weary of coming home and hoping that his key will turn the lock and he'll be home even though I have changed the locks since we broke up.
I'm growing weary of crying at night because he's not there to wrap his arms around me.
I'm growing weary of the memories and how they hurt my heart as they flicker across my mind.
I'm growing weary of this broken heart.
I'm growing weary of being alone.

I'm running again.
I'm still singing.
I'm ready to dance again.
I'm ready to start back to school and FINALLY finish.
I'm ready to take more pictures.
I'm ready to spend time in the sun.
I'm eager to spend more time with my friends.
I'm ready to meet new people.
I'm hungry for something new.
I'm ready to try something I've never done.
I'm aching to redecorate.
I'm ready for... no, I'm not ready for that yet.
But I am here and I am...

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