So, what exactly does happen when she becomes uninterested, huh?
Do you start making more home cooked meals and start buying her more jewelry?
Do you start making love 6 out of 7 days a week just so she's satisfied?
Do you start talking more, in hopes that she'll say why she doesn't feel the same?
No, you do none of these things.
You leave and find someone that will love you forever and that will never become uninterested in the beautiful human being you are.
You deserve someone who will read books to you at night and will smile just because you are smiling as well.
Someone who will look at the stars with you and give you hope in future with you in it.
Someone that will love you forever.
So, don't change who you are just because they are uninterested.
Find someone that is interested in you, because you're you.

she kept her bedroom eyes in a marble box
i opened it expecting to find
but there was only dusty footprints of some stranger leading away
her cool hand rested on mine like reassurance
but her far off eyes trailed his every move
knew id have to leave soon
before it got to me that she was already gone

i packed my pockets with the silver and gold
that we garnished from our long years
and headed for the ornate doors
she was waiting there for me
the light has faded from the winter day
and now she was just the logical other end of
the footprints that are stretched out behind me in the snow
'take a little love with you' was all she could say
so i clutched the heart shaped coffin to my chest
like all the pain it contained could be wished away

quick shoes have lead me to this strange place
and my companions the broken engineer
and the sketchy girl with the funny hat
so i unpack the marble box on the hot sand
hoping to find all the things i know i left behind
no disappointment there
the hollow box was full of empty promises
and unspoken love sonnets
the devoid tears of loves aching

in constructing the poem i made mistakes
and all the words i left out have come back to haunt me
they all come to talk to me in my dreams
wanting only to be spoken aloud one last time
before the final curtain
but i left them all in her pocket and
she will always be back there somewhere
at the logical end of all the logical footprints
bury the marble box so her memory cant ****** me
throw away the heart shaped coffin so i can forget me
but ill allways be making thouse footprints
that lead back to her

We, as future parents,
must teach our kids that
every person of every race, ethnicity,
skintone, body size, ****** orientation,
religion and outlook on life
deserves to be loved.
There is *no choice.