I’ll hold the door,
say thank you,
ask if you made it home safe—
but don’t mistake that for softness.

I’ll listen,
nod at your problems,
give advice you didn’t ask for,
check in when you wouldn’t do the same—
but don’t think I need you.

I care,
but not enough to lose sleep.
I’ll show up,
but I’ll never beg.
I’ll love hard,
but the second I feel unappreciated—
I’m gone.

I’m the nicest person you’ll ever meet
until you make me regret it.
I don’t do fake,
I don’t do forced,
I don’t do second chances.

Call it cold,
call it cruel,
call it whatever helps you sleep at night.
I don’t care enough to correct you.