Masked Intentions

 you dipped your toes and you tell me you've done enough

you peeked through the cracks and you tell me you hold her heart

you've done absolutely nothing, you make me laugh

you're not even halfway in, not even at the start

good mornings and good nights are barely the standard

updates and whatnots are mostly noise between spaces

understanding small things like these, is it even that hard?

these things do not fill the gaps, they don't even hold the bases

you tell her you like her, that you wish she's within reach

but your actions do not match your god-forsaken speech

you thank her endlessly for doing all these things, 

but what does it do, when all you do is nothing? 

if you cannot promise to hold her, why not let her go?

is your soul that broken and can't give up that pathetic ego?

why keep her chained with empty promises and sweet nothings?

are you perhaps afraid of becoming a husk and an unworthy human being?

your problem is not hers, don't drag her with you, 

she's not there to make you seem like a man

if you truly care for her and don't want her to feel blue

let her be with a man who can fulfill all your empty plans