You used to offer to walk me home knowing you'd have to walk back in the dark, alone.

I used to try and make our goodbye kiss last so it would keep you company.

Now you ask me about my day, I ask about yours, you say you have to go, and I lie and pretend like I do too.

Some may call this a relationship that transitioned or grew, but in truth it simply just feels like you're slowly falling out of love with me.