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, And waiting. And waiting. 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.