I wish you were nicer, for both of our sakes.
You're impossible to deal with,
so I'd frankly rather not.
Yet something about this
just keeps pulling me back.

I can say I don't love you
at least not anymore.
So why is it so hard,
to have a simple conversation?

I didn't ask for the world,
I just wanted to come along for the ride.
I'm not asking for a dictionary,
just what you have to say.

I can't comprehend
your apprehension.
Considering all that we've been through,
and you can't
be ******* nice.