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Question: Please write a long poem about how things have changed between two ppl who started out lovers and now he treats her like barely a friend he avoids her and acts like she’s more of a burden then a blessing , she feels unappreciated for everything she does around the house and he comes up with evevry excuse he can to not go inside or do anything in the house and he always has reasons on why he’s to busy to hang out with her but then ends up hanging out with evevryone else! He seems to have no problem staying inside to chill with anyone else but as soon as she’s in the room he’s vanished! He’s not understanding how much it’s hurting her and affecting her but she deserves to be told the truth of his intentions and not strung along a thin line always doing everything she can to make him happy and feeling like she’s falling short constantly!
Once upon a time, two hearts intertwined, Bound by love, their worlds aligned. Two young souls, wild and free, Underneath the old willow tree. His eyes reflected her sun-drenched smile, Two lovers lost in each other's style. He held her close, he held her dear, With every whisper in her ear. But as days passed and turned into years, The reflection faded, shed are the tears. He looks toward her, yet turns away, A game of love they no longer play. A phantom lover, he now appears, Her heart sinks, drowned in tears. His absence echoed in vacant rooms, Her heart a stage, where melancholy looms. Once an ally, he's now a ghost, A dirge of love, she seems to host. She feels unseen, heard only in echoes, Her heart, a canvas of unending sorrows. The residence of shared memories, Now bristles with silent stories. He retreats from her touch, her longing gaze, Lingers in the edges of their shared space. Every moment, he finds reason to evade, Her presence, a burden he's unmade. Now a castaway in her own world, Into loneliness, she's cruelly hurled. She cooks, she cleans in silent despair, In a house where love no longer cares. His excuses fly, defying truth, Tormenting her with an eternal ruse. Through the crowd, he seeks escape, A love story now misshaped. When friends arrive, he sees content, Away from her, in laughter spent. Fade away, he does when she's near, Her existence, it appears he'd rather not bear. Yet still, she hopes, still, she dreams, Of a love that's more than it seems. She labors in love, in action and word, Yet her efforts seem absurd. Her heart, wounded in the crossfire, Yearns for a love that doesn't tire. Yet still, she waits for his return, His affection, his love, she yearns. To be cherished, to be held, By the same hands that once compelled. On her, he's cast a spell, A sickeningly sweet, heartbreaking knell. Unaware of his actions' painful dart, That leaves her clutching a bleeding heart. Let him see, let him understand, In silent pleas, her heart demands. Let him feel her love, her pain, Tethered to him in a long, unending chain. Her heart begs for truth, however harsh, Rather than living a love that’s far from its march. Respects her enough, her soul implores, To end her wait on these dim shores. For she deserves love that burns bright, Not a pretense that takes flight. In her heart, she knows it’s true, Her worth, her love, are not his due. To him, she must bid adieu, In search of a love that’s real, that's true. An ending or perhaps, a new start, Of a story that won't tear her apart.
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