Tired

I could love you so easily
but I’m poison.
Too much of me
and I guarantee
that you will wilt and wither.
I could smile and call you mine
but I’m exhausted
from chasing after the last,
so my smile is tired.
I fear you won’t find it true.
But I swear
up and down and on every star,
I would be smiling like a fool
to fall in love with you.

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