Maybe we’re trying too hard  
to mend what was never meant to be whole,  
forcing ourselves to fix it anyway.  
But am I truly ready to walk away,  
or was the timing never ours to begin with—  
or are we just too torn apart to feel this empty?  

We used to speak with love,  
now every word feels like a war,  
shouted, sharpened, meant to wound.  

Maybe it’s because I changed,  
or was it that I simply fell out of love with you?