I used to hang on every word,
But now your texts just make me clash.
Some days I care, some days I'm done—
This back and forth is going fast.

We don't usually argue but,
It's just that we don't quite align.
There's something missing in between—
I can't pretend that all is fine.

My messages come hot and cold,
One day I care, the next I don't.
I'm tired of pretending I still want
What deep down I know I won't.

I'm tired of playing this game
Of uncertainties and maybe's call.
Where we both dance around the truth—
It's exhausting me through it all.

It's not that I don't care for you,
But we keep spinning in this mess.
Maybe we're just not meant to work—
Maybe it's time to want you less.

So I'm learning to let go of us,
Of what we were and what we're not.
I hope you find what makes you whole,
And peace with all the mess we've got.