You don't even have to lie to me anymore.
I already know.
I know why you've changed.
I know why you've grown distant.
I know there's someone else now,
Someone you talk to,
someone you send your pictures to, someone new enough to keep you from getting tired.
You can keep denying it, say "there's no one" as many times as you want, but i can feel it.
I can feel it in the pauses,
in the silence that used
to be filled with your voice.
I can feel it in the way your words
don't land the same anymore,
in the way your attention drifts.
You don't grow tired of someone when no one new has caught your eyes.
And it hurts, not just because you're slipping away, but because i let myself believe you, every time you swore it was only me.
Every time you promised
you weren't going anywhere.
Every time i tried to understand
your distance and silence,
telling myself you were just tired,
just busy, just overwhelmed.
But i'm not blind.
I'm not naïve.
I can see the way things shifted.
I can feel it, even here, even now.
And the cruelest part of all of this is that even while i'm writing these words,
even while i know you've already chosen someone else,
I still want you.
I still miss you.
I still remember the version of you that stayed.