What will he do?

I struggle to see what’s before me
To understand what’s inside me
To learn from what’s behind me

I see others so clearly
But I can’t part the mist that surrounds me
Hides me
Protects me
Secludes me

I fear there are no mysteries
There’s nothing interesting here
For if there are no puzzles to solve
And no knots to pick apart
Will he stay?

I’ve told him from the beginning…
I’m a simple girl.
With depth
And meaning
But no complications

One day he’ll realize that I wasn’t lying
And he’ll stop waiting for me to do something interesting
To present him with a problem that he has to solve
He’ll realize there are no problems
No complications

What will he do then?