Maybe it was to much for you
Maybe so many poems I’ve written about you
Make you feel pressured

I knew this was going to happen
That’s why I wrote this a few months before our break up
I could feel how your eyes slowly stopped looking for mine

I only felt useful when you were sad and lonely
And you leaned to cry in my arms
like a little child

so I let everything flow
and let you choose the day that everything was going to end
stand to feel half loved just to be a while longer with you
And you didn’t even notice
I try not to start meaningless discussions to not get away from you even more
I became everything I promised not to be since the last time someone broke my heart
and that it's a lot