the conversations start later in the morning, they end earlier at night, the content has become boring, the only spark comes from fights, the respect has gone out the windowpane, there’s no more “please” and “thank you”, I can tell you don’t feel the same, it’s become that way for me too, you tell me that I care too much, that I only focus on the little stuff, there’s no longer lust in your touch, everything I give isn’t ever enough, you’re thinking about the way it used to be, and it could all come back if you let it, but instead you sleep with your back to me, you’re too stubborn to even regret it, one day you’ll wake up to an empty bed, wondering why I ever left, if you just listened to what I said, you would’ve heard my signal of distress.