Text for Tired Eyes

I have become obsessed with the poet Tyler Knott Gregson, and below is exactly why. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I want to chuck my heart at his feet. Sigh. Text for Tired Eyes: I want to be your fanciest shoes and I want to be the way they actually hurt so you cannot wait to take them off. I want to be the sound of fingernails begin clipped in bathroom walls when the clock is rounding 12 and searching for single digits again. I want to be secretly annoyed you never clean them up. I want lazy Sundays and busy Saturdays and the freedom Friday brings and the apprehension of a Thursday at 2:45 pm and the quite moments reading on a Wednesday when it snows and a...