Foreign Exchange

I planned futures with you, but your happiness came first. When anger calls, you shut off I must stay composed, must communicate, must hold it all together. Smile. Talk nice. The bare minimum is not enough. Imagine giving your life to someone who would build with you, then leave when joy runs dry. Words once meant something. Vows weren’t meant to break. I could climb mountains, cross oceans, fly the world still, not enough. So take this version of me: hollow, nonchalant, unsubscribed. If attention is currency, I will devalue myself crash the market.