At first its little things, like taking longer to eat or shower
Then you notice that his commute home is taking 20 more minutes than it used to
He’s calling you later and later
He’s staying away from you longer and longer
And when you do talk, you don’t really talk
You just sit there in awkward silences
It used to be that if you even acted slightly different he knew and asked you what was wrong
He didn’t let you get away with “Nothing” or “It doesn’t matter”
But, now
If you’re lucky enough that he does ask, he doesn’t seem interested
He seems distant and bored
He says it’s just the stress wearing him down, but you always used to be the thing that helped him through the stress
Now, you’re one of the things causing him stress
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The Inner Workings Of My Heart: A Series Of Poems
PoetryA series of poem that I write from time to time. Dedicated to the ones who inspired them and my amazing boyfriend and love of my life. 💕
