The one who Types

You wake me up, and you lull me to sleep.

You accuse me, while being guilty yourself.

We drag ourselves through each other again and again.

You wish to break the cycle.
I can no longer stop you from abandoning us.
You do as you wish and this time it's this.

We wonder if you can love me, you tell me in the ways you're not actively trying to show me love.
You seem to not have enough attention for me, and I need more from you.