She’s sure he didn’t mean to call her boring
He was probably joking, even.
Yet, as he turned away from her
And announced it
Loudly to the small audience of their friends,
She felt a little piece of herself chip,
A small sensation she has come to recognize
As her feelings being hurt.
She sat there, hands clasped in her lap,
She hopes he will say something to her
Take notice, care.
Yet, all she want is to leave; she wants to cry.
She wants to cry.