I send short replies to your long messages.
Not because I don't care.
I care more than I should.
I send short replies because I feel incompetent next to you.
You can phrase words so elegantly.
I can as well, but it takes countless rough drafts, and proof readings before I can reach your level.
I send short replies because I don't know how to comfort you.
When I try it feels fruitless.
Despite my attempts, I do nothing to help.
I most likely hurt you in the process.
I seem to do that a lot.
Hurt you, I mean.
I do that too much.
Maybe I'm too much.
I can't seem to do anything right with you.
Maybe I need to let go.
Let you love on and let myself fade away.
