The Short Reply.

I send a text and wait for you,

But only get a short "okay."

The happy talks we used to do,

Have slowly started to fade away.

I check my phone a hundred times,

To see if I have done a wrong.

I read between the silent lines,

To see where I do not belong.

I do not want to be a weight,

Or someone that you have to bear.

I see the change, I see the fate,

Of someone who is no longer there.

It hurts to know I care so much,

While I am just a name to swipe.

I lost the heart and lost the touch,

Of every word I used to type.

Day 75 / 365

It hurts to realize you are being tolerated instead of wanted.

You notice the little things,

The shorter replies,

The dry "okays,"

And the way their tone shifts.

It feels like your name used to mean something,

But now it’s just a notification they swipe away.

You spend your time rereading old texts,

And rewriting every message just so you don't seem like "too much."

It messes with your head,

Because you don’t want to be a burden.

You don't want to be the person they sigh at before they finally reply.

You care more than you should, while they care less every day.

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