Workaholic Heartbreak

Clock ticks louder than your words ever could,

You promised me time, but you’re married to the wood.

Desk-bound lover, your office the shrine,

I’m a ghost in your life, just passing the time.

You chase the paper, I’m chasing your gaze,

Lost in the fog of your workaholic haze.

You’re working late, I’m breaking down,

A queen uncrowned in this empty town.

You don’t see me, just the grind you adore,

What’s the point of love if I’m always ignored?

Dinner for one, candles burn to the wick,

Your absence, a rhythm I’ve learned to predict.

Your phone rings, my heart sinks, the same sad song,

I’m here waiting, but you’ve been gone too long.

Emails over emotions, spreadsheets over me,

I’m drowning in the silence of what used to be.

A workaholic's love leaves a hollow ache,

This fragile bond feels ready to break.

You’re working late, I’m breaking down,

A queen uncrowned in this empty town.

You don’t see me, just the grind you adore,

What’s the point of love if I’m always ignored?

Never see me, only the money that fuels your greed.

Maybe it's me and your just bored