Drifting

From loving to leaving, it all happened so fast.
On my birthday you began building walls
to block out any possibility of hearing me out.
The phone calls and texts put me more at ease,
but I knew you had done this before,
that you were not happy with this,
with me.

You came back, but we knew it wouldn't last.
Keeping the plans we had made months before we seemed forced and we were just waiting
for
the boot
to drop.
That night you said, "what now?" and I cried for what seemed like days.
Months passed of trying new things, trying to stay away,
but I still made an effort, we were still connected.

I came back, and things had changed.
You didn't want to see what was right in front of you,
to deal with your problems, so you lied and lied and lied.
I kept my hopes up in case you needed me.
You never needed me.
I didn't need you either.
I don't need you either.