bored

Its funny how I used to say,

Will you ever bore of me?

And you’d laugh at me,

Never in a million years,

Was always the reply,

And then when finally you did,

It became a habit,

The next one in line,

Will you ever bore of me?

How can one say such a thing,

Give them the chance to see you vulnerable,

And weak,

I do suppose,

My insecurities get tiring after a while,

I do not need much,

But I want it all,

So,

When will you bore of me?

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