Do I Bore You?

Am I mundane to you? Am I dull and uninteresting?

When I stand in front of you and look into your eyes, is the sparkle still swimming in your iris or did I extinguish it?

Does my personality no longer excite you? Have you finished getting to know me?

And now that you see the real me—the regular, everyday me—did that not meet up to your expectations?

Have I become the chore you put off until there is nothing else to do?

When you lie next to me and hold my hand in your own, is there somewhere else you would rather be?

Are you keeping me around because it’s easier than ridding yourself of me?

When I message you endearments with hopes that it will make you smile, do you read those same words and sigh?

Will it be that one day, you will look at me and realise that you no longer love me? Do you even still love me? Did you ever love me?