I’m always tired, but never of you

There is nothing so beautifully genuine
as a broken hearted person’s love.
For in giving it they are saying, “Yes,
I have burned to smoke and ash
for the ones I have loved. I have been
devoured, slowly, then spat back out.
And probability suggests you
are likely to ruin me too. But here,
have my heart. Take it. I’d like you to.

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.