Shitty Poems

Treading On Eggshells

At what point did our 12 am talks

Cease to exist?

At what point did our effortless conversations

Become forced?

Was there a tipping point?

Did that one text or sentence set it off?

Or did we drift apart slowly?

And have we drifted apart?

I see on her social media

That we still have many common interests,

But what good is that

If you can't communicate about them?

At what point did the feeling of complete trust in one another

Vanish?

We lost our romantic relationship,

But did it have to be the same

With our friendship?

At what point did our texts become tentative and forced?

Carefully placed words,

Rewriting the paragraph multiple times,

Reading over to check for spelling mistakes

Have replaced our happy, carefree, trustful conversations.

Does she have conversations like we used to have

With others?

Are they the same?

Does she miss ours?

It feels that every time I talk to her

I am treading on eggshells.

On frozen water

That will melt to give way to a vicious, raging ocean

If I say the wrong thing.

I want to talk about this.

But will melting the ice

Give way to something beautiful,

Or the frightful sea I am dreading.

She has stopped trying to make it work.

Now I am the one constantly checking my phone

To see if she is online and available to talk.

At what point will things go back to normal?

At what point will I realise they won't?

At what point did she let go?

At what point will I?

At what point did she stop trying?

And at what point

Will I realise that I need

To stop trying too?

A.N. WOW I haven't written here in ages. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The photo is another aesthetic that a friend made for me :)