rereading the messages,
i realized the truth.
you know,
the one you don't want to believe,
the kind of truth that puts things into
perspective.
the truth that you stopped liking me,
long before we broke it off.
the messages were shorter,
your tone was always bored,
you stopped being interested.
i stopped being interesting.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
