It started with a text

I can’t even text anymore because when I type what i send you don’t comprehend and then i have to pretend that it’s okay that you don’t reply having a conversation with myself i might as well say goodbye since everything i throw up is a lie i’m reading the texts that turn into mess and i have to confess that I’m beyond stressed with this with this what? Relationship? I don’t know what to call it. A ship where there’s no relation. A ship that’s sinking because we can’t have even one good conversation without some kind of complication. Yes, I must confess that I write my best when I’m stressed. Do you think of me less?