Hollow

I remember in the beginning

We crackled and smoldered

No doubt of your interest

You drew closer and bolder

 

And then we were

Together I guess

I loved and found comfort

My true self I’d express

 

Always I’ve feared

That I’m naught but a shell

A hollow Easter egg

Captivating yet fragile

 

My fear is this

That I project intrigue and mystery

People want to solve

Yet when they dig deeper, I’m empty

 

The interest will wane

The wonderment dies

Excitement becomes disappointment

They move on their eyes

 

Is this how

You feel of late?

I dread and predict

That spark will fade

 

I can feel it happening

You question no more

I am what I am

And you’ve no interest to explore

 

What is it about me?

Why don’t you care?

Why was it you?

This pain I can’t bear

 

Because with others I knew

It wasn’t right from the start

But you were different

I gave you my heart

 

But it’s a gift of great value

That you cannot accept

You haven’t yet found words

You’ll need to reject

 

I’m so scared of the future

Of loneliness and self-hate

But if you need to move on

I know it’s too late

 

I really don’t hate you

I doubt I ever could

Please just be gentle

When you leave for good

Author's Note

I keep meaning to add more artistry to my poems but I find it difficult to do so. I'm kind of just ranting about my all feels I guess. Thanks for reading :)... Feedback and critiques are very welcome.