Most poems about a fading relationship try to explain it. "lately" does something odder: it describes the failure to write about the relationship, then lets that failure stand as the poem. Nothing is known here about the writer beyond the username attached to it, so the best way to understand the piece is to stay with what is on the page. What is there is a small, quiet confession about feelings draining away and the pointlessness of speaking to someone who isn't listening.
The title sets the tone. "lately" suggests a stretch of time rather than a single event, and the opening lines keep to that sense of drift: "i've been trying," "i keep stopping." Both verbs suggest effort repeated and abandoned. The phrase "half way through" appears twice in quick succession, first about the speaker's writing and then in the simile that follows. The repetition makes the poem circle around the same spot, a middle that never reaches an ending. The poem itself is brief and ends without resolving anything, which fits.
The third line is the longest, and its length matters. "it's like typing out a long paragraph and realizing half way through they don't care and deleting it" runs on without a pause, much like the paragraph it describes, and then ends on the blunt act of deletion. The imagery of typing and deleting suggests, judging by the language, writing done on a screen, where a feeling can be built up and wiped out in a second. There is also a slippery shift of pronoun. The poem begins by addressing "you," but the simile says "they don't care." The person has become a distant third party, as if the speaker is already practising the detachment she or he goes on to admit. The comparison is also oddly circular. Writing about this person is likened to writing something and deleting it because the reader doesn't care, so the real obstacle is not the words but the imagined audience.
The two "maybe" lines offer rival explanations and point in opposite directions. The first looks inward: "maybe it's because im losing feelings." The second looks outward: "maybe it's because i realize you don't care and won't read this." The verb "realize" has already appeared in the simile, so the same dawning happens twice, once as comparison and once as admission. In the second explanation, "this" is the poem itself, which means the poem knows it is addressed to no one. The phrasing is also certain: "won't read," not "might not." Even the punctuation seems to wobble at the key moment. Everywhere else the contractions have apostrophes ("i've," "it's," "i'm"), but "im" loses its apostrophe in the line that admits the feelings are fading. Whether deliberate or just fast typing, the slip mirrors the careless sound of someone who is half letting go.
Then comes the turn. "whatever it is" has no full stop and trails off into a shrug, as though the cause no longer matters. The final line, "i'm sorry.", is the shortest in the poem and the only one that seems fully settled, with the apostrophe restored and a full stop closing it. The apology is ambiguous. It could be for not finishing the writing, for the feelings dying, or for the smallness of what is offered. It is also paradoxical, since it is addressed to someone who, by the speaker's own account, will never see it. That gap between sincerity and audience is the poem's emotional centre.
Formally, there is no rhyme and no steady meter. The rhythm is the rhythm of speech, or of a message typed in one breath, shifting from long lines to short ones, and the all-lowercase style keeps it casual and unguarded.
What makes the poem worth reading is how little it pretends. It does not dramatise heartbreak or blame anyone loudly. It captures a very ordinary kind of ending, in which love fades through abandoned drafts rather than a big argument, and it makes that fading feel real by refusing to finish the very thing it describes.