The Hopelessness of a Romantic

I am weary,
Of my own ways,
My thoughts,
So unruly,
And my sight

Tinted, and tainted, and blind.

I am tired,
Of my hopelessness,
My dreams,
So far-fetched,
And my heart,

Beaten, and beating, yet kind.

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