Break things off, because he doesn’t put in the effort.
The love he brings is a lonesome mirage in an even lonelier desert.
All he does is write his poetry, he thinks he’s Robert Frost.
Your brain is telling you to leave, no matter the pain or cost.
You continue searching to find the love you once lost.
He doesn’t care about you, his passion for you has gone downhill.
Expose his heart and rip it to shreds, even if it screams overkill. ...