Other roads

Going to bed once again

With my heart soaked 

In a specific sort of weariness 

From an argument 

Unresolved;

Sometimes,

I swear 

It feels like I'm the only one involved-

In the war to salvage 

An unwritten happily ever after;

Feels like I'm the only one

Who even cares enough to act

Like the love still matters.. 

Tired of going to bed 

Next to a man

Who refuses to dwell with me 

On one accord;

Why do I stretch myself thin

On this one way street

When there are others roads

To be explored?