Tire

I am beginning to tire sifting for some treasure, Through embers of the fire which consumed once with pleasure. I've been jumping up and down begging you to "pick me, pick me". While you look all over town trying to find one better than me. Finding your inner being using alone time needed guise. My heart has begun seeing what underneath your rejection lies. Weary of crying and praying, ready to roll up the sleeves upon which my hopes are laying caring less and less if you stay or leave.