The point

We’re at a point where I just want to stay,

And you don’t really want to walk away.

We talk all day about nothing much,

How the sky looked, what we’ll do and such.

And somehow, that’s enough for me,

Just being near you quietly.

We’re at a point where looks say more,

A silent glance we can’t ignore.

We fight but learn to speak the pain,

Not to hurt — but to explain.

You tell the truth, and I let it land,

We try to heal, not just withstand.

But I don’t know what this is now,

Are we just stuck, or lost somehow?

I’m holding on, but losing air,

Are we too broken to repair?

We're not the same — but still, we try,

Maybe love just asks us why.

We’re at a point where strength feels thin,

We smile outside, but break within.

You’re strong for me, and I for you,

Pretending like we always knew.

But even courage needs to rest,

And love gets tired at its best.

So I don’t know what this is now,

A fight, a fall, a sacred vow.

We’re in between a yes and no,

Still scared to stay, but can’t let go.

And maybe that’s the hardest part —

Still loving with a half-filled heart.

We’re at a point… where maybe we

Just weren’t meant to always be.

But if this ends, please know it’s true —

I never stopped believing in you.