Dry tears are falling
and
you’re not understanding
this isn’t love.

My lack of communication isn’t helping,
but
you’re giving me no motivation.
This isn’t happiness.

Right now, I’m thinking and hoping
but
you’re too good in this game.
This isn’t fiction.

I’m done counting and stalling,
so
I’m trying to blurt out the point.
This isn’t easy.

You’re wonderful in all great ways,
but
we are not wonderful together.
This isn’t right.

I’m ending what neither of us needs
and
you deserve much more than me, anyway.
This isn’t a dream.

I’m regretting these words,
but
you must know they’re true.
This isn’t fair.

I’m missing my independence
and
I’m breaking up with you.
This isn’t hello.