In a realm of introspection, I reside,
An introverted soul on the surface, I confide.
Though I may endure pain, unheard and concealed,
I find myself complaining, knowing it's my fate revealed.

Please understand, it's not about you,
Just my nature, withdrawn and subdued.
When wounds were inflicted, silently endured,
Yet I grumble, aware I may have deserved.

I hold no belief, yet hope for the best,
Avoiding entanglements, leaving no trace of unrest.
Her trust in me was unwarranted, undeserved,
Unfamiliar with the outcome, my knowledge is reserved.

Nights stretch on, etched deep within my mind,
Contentions turned intimate, overslept, we find.
I used to console you in moments of despair,
Now your love seeks me, but I doubt and beware.

There's nothing I fear in life, except a lonely demise,
Where darkness engulfs, devoid of empathetic ties.
When my existence cannot be rolled into a blunt,
And the essence of compassion eludes my every front.

A fate I refuse to confront or embrace,
Moving aimlessly, trapped in a fruitless chase.
Irony seeps in, as I endure what I resent,
Bittersweet tastes linger, a flavor I lament.

But please know, it's not about you,
I don't seek to hold you accountable, it's true.
Time's hands point towards you, accusatory and stark,
Once my dearest, now distant, a relic of the past.

Your presence diminishes my frequencies within,
Terrifying revelations, a truth I can't rescind.
An aura surrounds you in my vivid thoughts,
Sometimes the obstacles seem impossibly fraught.

It's only fair, as life can ever be,
Trapped in a vessel I despise, a parasite's decree.
An angel wrestles the demons that plague my nights,
Exhausted by the pursuit of rectifying my countless plights.

Breathing feels burdensome, like a drag on my soul,
Reflecting on what's lost, neglecting the past's toll.
Attempting to move forward, while leaving behind,
Our scars concealed beneath the facade of wealth and grind.

Why don’t you get it? Can’t you get it? Understand!! They’re gonna rip your heart out!! To elevate your soulless qualities!!

In a tempest of fury, words did clash,
The angered voice, a venomous lash,
“Why don’t you get it?” the cry did ring,
A plea for understanding, a poignant thing.

“Can’t you grasp the truth, the imminent dread?
They shall tear your heart out,” it fiercely said,
“To lift your soulless qualities high,
In a realm where darkness claims the sky.”

The poet’s pen, poised to translate,
The agony of words, the burdensome weight,
The conversation weaved, its rhythm bold,
As anguish and desperation were fearlessly told.

The response emerged in poetic strain,
A quest for comprehension, to ease the pain,
“In the storm of emotions, I seek to see,
The depths of your torment, the plea within thee.”

The voice, unyielding, its fervor untamed,
An echo of suffering, a soul inflamed,
“To elevate your soulless qualities, behold!
They’ll rend your essence, a story untold.”

But still, the poet yearned for a thread,
To grasp the essence, the thoughts widespread,
A symphony of words, an understanding sought,
To breathe life into emotions, no matter how fraught.

In verses entwined, they danced and swayed,
The voice, a tempest, refused to fade,
The poet’s pen, a bridge to connect,
To capture the heartache, to deeply reflect.

Yet amidst the turmoil, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of empathy, breaking through the night,
For in the poet’s soul, compassion did rise,
To empathize with pain, to harmonize.

And so, the poem’s tapestry unfurled,
An intricate dance in the vast, poetic world,
The conversation etched in lyrical rhyme,
A vessel for understanding, transcending time.

For in the realm of poetry’s embrace,
Words have the power to heal and erase,
Misunderstanding’s grip, with empathy’s plea,
To unite hearts, to set emotions free.