Break Up, Patch Up, WhatsApp, and Life’s New Push Up

Why forge a new bond, only to tear it apart?

If parting is what we truly seek,
Why stoke the flames with conflict and spark?
Let silence reign, let us quietly part.
No need for quarrels—this is mutual, clear,
Let’s cut this thread of love we once held dear.

Enough now—we are not each other’s foe,
So why play these games of love and show?

Love, affection, care, and desire—
These words now ring hollow, stripped of their fire.
What purpose do they serve, what do they mean?
The terms of having you, or being seen?
Or you having me—why cling to this hope,
When all that remains is mistrust and no scope?

Go, take your path, walk away,
Break up, patch up, WhatsApp—no more to say.
All of this, for me, is now just a phase,
A new push-up in life, a shift, a new gaze.