weary again

i grow weary
of trying define our
identity

over and over again

i don't want
to cover the same
ground

i don't want
you to mow me
down

with your voice
your frustration
and your will

i long for the
stillness that
we were

and not the
wariness we've
become

underlining
each word
with deliberate
intent

over and over again

(tired)