I’m silent tonight.
If you want to know why.
I’m not trying to be problematic.
There is more to it than just an argument.
I love you I always will.
It’s not a question of how much I love you.
It’s about the effort you don’t put in.
It’s about the love no longer being reciprocated.
It’s about losing hope for our future.
Because all I can think is this is how it’ll always be.
Maybe it’ll get worse as you grow older with me.
The thought of being the one to always put in the work just doesn’t amuse me.
Only if you met me half way but you don’t.
You do your own thing constantly.
It’s exhausting being the one who always plans things.
It’s no longer part of my worries.
I can’t be the one doing everything.
Dig deeper babe before you lose me.