Dean's Introspection and Poetry

The Silent Sting

What bores me? I pondered long,
Perhaps it's dating a nonchalant man,
His indifference, a monotonous song,
Leaving my spirit adrift in a desolate wasteland.

He believes I'm the one to blame,
For his boredom, his disinterested gaze,
But it's his apathy that douses the flame,
Leaving my self-esteem lost in a bewildering maze.

In this nonchalant affair, I felt unseen,
Questioning my worth, my heart grew sore,
I gave my all, but he remained serene,
Never reciprocating, leaving me craving more.

I yearned to be his priority, his radiant star,
Yet, he treated me as an afterthought, so cold,
His presence fleeting, his distance far,
Leaving me to beg for attention, feeling old.

He never uttered the words, "It's over, my dear,"
Instead, he ignored, belittled, and bored,
Leaving me in tears, consumed by fear,
Wondering what went wrong, feeling ignored.

It hurts to realize I don't matter to him,
Days pass without a word, a call, or a sign,
I sit by my phone, my sanity growing dim,
As he remains indifferent, his heart malign.

The saddest part, a painful truth I've found,
We could have thrived, our love could have soared,
But his lack of love was the battleground,
Leaving me to love him more than he ever adored.

I'm not the woman he truly desires,
Not the one he cherishes, adores, and dreams,
For a man who loves, he'd move mountains, inspires,
His time and effort, he'd give, no extremes.

May he someday realize the impact he wields,
Words, actions, and silence can wound a soul,
Like a dagger's blade, the heart it conceals,
Leaving scars that ache, never to be made whole.

I hope he learns that love is not a game,
To treasure and value those who hold him dear,
For in the end, it's the hearts we maim,
That suffer the most, drowning in silent tears.